You work into it more and more.

Besides," the girl went on, "this is the time of the year when the worst lot come up.

They're simply packed together in those smart streets.

Talk of the numbers of the poor! What _I_ can vouch for is the numbers of the rich! There are new ones every day, and they seem to get richer and richer.

Oh, they do come up!" she cried, imitating for her private recreation--she was sure it wouldn't reach Mr.Mudge--the low intonation of the counter-clerk.
"And where do they come from ?" her companion candidly enquired.
She had to think a moment; then she found something.