As soon as I seed her, I whispers to Lou 'You keep close to that there wall,' I sez.

'There's a chimbey in it, an' you'll never be cold,' I says to Lou." Stafford laughed softly at the illustration.

Many a time the lad snuggled up to a wall which had a warm chimney, and he had got his figure of speech from real life.
"Well, what's to become of you ?" Stafford asked.
"Me--I'll be level wiv me rent to-day," he answered, turning over the two shillings and some coppers in his pocket; "an' Lou and me's got a fair start." Stafford got up, came over, and laid a hand on the boy's shoulder.

"I'm going to give you a sovereign," he said--"twenty shillings, for your fair start; and I want you to come to me here next Sunday-week to breakfast, and tell me what you've done with it." "Me--y'r gryce!" A look of fright almost came into the lad's face.
"Twenty bob--me!" The sovereign was already in his hand, and now his face suffused.

He seemed anxious to get away, and looked round for his cap.