'Of course someone's been telling him, and now the young fool says he's going to throw up work.

I suppose I shall have to take him down yonder with me.' 'Better do so,' assented Daniel, without much attention to the matter.
'What is it you want to talk about, Dan ?' Mr.Dabbs had a few minutes ago performed the customary evening cleansing of his hands and face, but it had seemed unnecessary to brush his hair, which consequently stood upright upon his forehead, a wiry rampart, just as it had been thrust by the vigorously-applied towel.
This, combined with an unwonted lugubriousness of visage, made Daniel's aspect somewhat comical.

He kept stirring very deliberately with his sugar-crusher.
'Why, it's this, Dick,' he began at length.

'And understand, to begin with, that I've got no complaint to make of nobody; it's only _things_ as are awk'ard.

It's this way, my boy.