Why, Lord bless you, when I hears two men coming along the platform at night, even when I can't see 'em, and can't hear what they says, only the tone of their voices, I knows just as well whether it's a first class or a third door as I've got to open as if I saw 'em in the daylight.

Rum, ain't it ?" Frank had never thought the matter out, and could only give his general assent to his companion's proposition.
"Now," the porter went on, "if you go into a factory or workshop, I'll bet a crown to a penny that before you've been there a week you'll get called Gentleman Jack, or some such name.

You see if you ain't." "I don't care what they call me," Frank laughed, "so that they'll take me into the factory." "All in good time," the porter said; "don't you hurry yourself.

As long as you can stay here you'll be heartily welcome.

Just look what a comfort it is to have you sitting here sociable and comfortable.