Pray, come up,' said the stout gentleman.

'Joe!--damn that boy, he's gone to sleep again .-- Joe, let down the steps.' The fat boy rolled slowly off the box, let down the steps, and held the carriage door invitingly open.

Mr.Snodgrass and Mr.Winkle came up at the moment.
'Room for you all, gentlemen,' said the stout man.

'Two inside, and one out.

Joe, make room for one of these gentlemen on the box.