'The best thing to be done, sir, will be for Mr.Weller to give you a hoist up into the tree, and perhaps Mr.Pickwick will have the goodness to see that nobody comes up the lane, while I watch at the other end of the garden.

Goodness gracious, what's that ?' 'That 'ere blessed lantern 'ull be the death on us all,' exclaimed Sam peevishly.

'Take care wot you're a-doin' on, sir; you're a-sendin' a blaze o' light, right into the back parlour winder.' 'Dear me!' said Mr.Pickwick, turning hastily aside, 'I didn't mean to do that.' 'Now, it's in the next house, sir,' remonstrated Sam.
'Bless my heart!' exclaimed Mr.Pickwick, turning round again.
'Now, it's in the stable, and they'll think the place is afire,' said Sam.

'Shut it up, sir, can't you ?' 'It's the most extraordinary lantern I ever met with, in all my life!' exclaimed Mr.Pickwick, greatly bewildered by the effects he had so unintentionally produced.

'I never saw such a powerful reflector.' 'It'll be vun too powerful for us, if you keep blazin' avay in that manner, sir,' replied Sam, as Mr.Pickwick, after various unsuccessful efforts, managed to close the slide.