With gaping mouths and roving eyes, they halted on the threshold.
"Come in, come in! What 're ye 'bout?
Earn yer money, earn yer money!" exclaimed the old man, pointing to the clock, and bidding them take it up and carry it out.
"Now mind! Quarter a piece, quarter a piece,--not a cent more.

Do ye understand?
Hark 'e! do ye understand?
Not a cent more," he said, following them out of the door.

Then turning to Mercy, he exclaimed,-- "Bless my soul! Bless my soul! Forgot you, child.

Come on, come on! I'll go with you, else those rascals will cheat you.

Men are wolves, wolves, wolves.