You are a nobody.

You carry a pickaxe.

I carry the keys at my girdle.

See!' 'But you must not call one a nobody to whom the king has spoken,' said Curdie.
'Go along with you!' cried the housekeeper, and would have shut the door in his face, had she not been afraid that when she stepped back he would step in ere she could get it in motion, for it was very heavy and always seemed unwilling to shut.

Curdie came a pace nearer.