'It's real, an't it ?' They laughed at this, and told him of course it was.
'Oh, is it of course, though ?' said Bailey.

'I know better than that.
Hers an't.

Why, I see it hanging up once, on that nail by the winder.
Besides, I have gone behind her at dinner-time and pulled it; and she never know'd.

I say, young ladies, I'm a-going to leave.

I an't a-going to stand being called names by her, no longer.' Miss Mercy inquired what his plans for the future might be; in reply to whom Mr Bailey intimated that he thought of going either into top-boots, or into the army.
'Into the army!' cried the young ladies, with a laugh.
'Ah!' said Bailey, 'why not?
There's a many drummers in the Tower.