Dear me, I hope not!" The shock-headed boots had all this time been listening with the greatest interest.

He and the barmaid, it appeared, had had a quarrel earlier in the morning, and in consequence were still far from being upon the best of terms.
"The cove as the gent wants, miss, must be 'im as came close upon eleven o'clock last night," he put in.

"The toff with the bag and blanket.

Why I carried his bag up to number forty-seven with my own 'ands, and you know it." The girl was quite equal to the occasion.
"You'd better hold your tongue," she said.

"If you don't you'll get into trouble." "What for ?" he inquired.