By jingo! this is pain.' The man said, 'Scamped it out of school, sir ?' Heriot replied: 'Mum.

Rely on me when I tell you I'm a gentleman.' 'Well, if I pick up a gentleman, I can't be doing a bad business,' said the man, hauling him in tenderly.
Heriot sung to me in his sweet manner, 'Good-bye, little Richie.

Knock when five minutes are over.

God bless you, dear little lad! Leg 'll get well by morning, never fear for me; and we'll meet somehow; we'll drink the Burgundy.

No crying.