I forgot.

The little creature, in his mother's absence, smelt a warm flat iron.

You're quite right, Sir.

You were going to have the goodness to inform me, when we arrived at the door that you were by trade a--' 'Stoker,' said the man.
'A choker!' said Miss Tox, quite aghast.
'Stoker,' said the man.

'Steam ingine.' 'Oh-h! Yes!' returned Miss Tox, looking thoughtfully at him, and seeming still to have but a very imperfect understanding of his meaning.
'And how do you like it, Sir ?' 'Which, Mum ?' said the man.
'That,' replied Miss Tox.