I've nearly finished." "All right, sir," said Barney Bill, limping across the yard.

"Taking a picture of him ?" The artist nodded.

Barney Bill looked over his shoulder.

"By Gosh!" he cried in admiration.

"By Gosh!" "It has come out rather well, hasn't it ?" said the artist, complacently.
"It's the living image of 'im," said Barney Bill.
"He tells me he's going up to London to seek his fortune," said Rowlatt, putting in the finishing touches.
"And his 'igh-born parents," said Barney Bill, winking at Paul.
Paul flushed and wriggled uncomfortably.