'Take it easy, Sam,' sais I, 'your flint is fixed; you are wet thro'-- runnin' won't dry you,' and I settled down to a careless walk, quite desperate.
"'Nothin' in natur', unless it is an Ingin, is so treacherous as the climate here.

It jist clears up on purpose I do believe, to tempt you out without your umbreller, and jist as sure as you trust it and leave it to home, it clouds right up, and sarves you out for it--it does indeed.

What a sight of new clothes I've spilte here, for the rain has a sort of dye in it.

It stains so, it alters the colour of the cloth, for the smoke is filled with gas and all sorts of chemicals.

Well, back I goes to my room agin' to the rooks, chimbly swallers, and all, leavin' a great endurin' streak of wet arter me all the way, like a cracked pitcher that leaks; onriggs, and puts on dry clothes from head to foot.
"By this time breakfast is ready; but the English don't do nothin' like other folks; I don't know whether it's affectation, or bein' wrong in the head--a little of both I guess.