'I know,' I said.

'At ivry jolt I thought my 'eart would ha' flown clean out o' my mouth,' he said.

'An' the scream 'e gives sometimes! Missis, not for a fortune would I go through wi' it again.' 'I can quite understand it,' I said.

'It's a nasty job, though,' he said, 'an' one as'll be a long while afore it's right again.' 'I'm afraid it will,' I said.

I like Mr.
Barker--I DO like him.