"Are you managing this affair or am I ?" he inquired.
The steward went out reluctantly, and drawing a quart mug of beer set it down on the table and stood watching his visitor.
"And now I want a spoonful o' sugar, a spoonful o' salt, and a spoonful o' vinegar," said Mr.Smith.

"Make haste afore the 'ead goes off of it." Mr.Wilks withdrew grumbling, and came back in a wonderfully short space of time considering, with the articles required.
"Thankee," said the other; "you 'ave been quick.

I wish I could move as quick as you do.

But you can take 'em back now, I find I can do without 'em." "Where's the beer ?" demanded the incensed Mr.Wilks; "where's the beer, you underhanded swab ?" "I altered my mind," said Mr.Smith, "and not liking waste, and seeing by your manner that you've 'ad more than enough already to-night, I drunk it.

There isn't another man in Sunwich I could ha' played that trick on, no, nor a boy neither." Mr.Wilks was about to speak, but, thinking better of it, threw the three spoons in the kitchen, and resuming his seat by the fire sat with his back half turned to his visitor.
"Bright, cheerful young chap, 'e is," said Mr.Smith; "you've knowed 'im ever since he was a baby, haven't you ?" Mr.Wilks made no reply.
"The Conqueror's sailing to-morrow morning, too," continued his tormentor; "his father's old ship.