'There's the young lady's footsteps.

Now, Mr.Winkle, sir, up vith you.' 'Stop, stop!' said Mr.Pickwick, 'I must speak to her first.

Help me up, Sam.' 'Gently, Sir,' said Sam, planting his head against the wall, and making a platform of his back.

'Step atop o' that 'ere flower-pot, Sir.

Now then, up vith you.' 'I'm afraid I shall hurt you, Sam,' said Mr.Pickwick.
'Never mind me, Sir,' replied Sam.