"There's a consperacy to turn me out o' the choir, as I shouldn't share the Christmas money--that's where it is.

But I shall speak to Mr.Crackenthorp; I'll not be put upon by no man." "Nay, nay, Tookey," said Ben Winthrop.

"We'll pay you your share to keep out of it--that's what we'll do.

There's things folks 'ud pay to be rid on, besides varmin." "Come, come," said the landlord, who felt that paying people for their absence was a principle dangerous to society; "a joke's a joke.

We're all good friends here, I hope.