"They came into England with the Normans; but who they came into Normandy with I don't know.

Do you ?" Gabriel laughed, with a pleasant feeling of confidence in his companion.
"Have you been at school in the city ?" asked the merchant.
Gabriel told him that he had been at Mr.Gray's.
"Oh ho! then you know my nephew Abel ?" "Yes, Sir," replied Gabriel, coloring.
"Abel is a smart boy," said Mr.Newt.
Gabriel made no reply.
"Do you like Abel ?" Gabriel paused a moment; then said, "No, Sir." The merchant looked at the boy for a few moments.
"Who did you like at school ?" "Oh, I liked Jim Greenidge and Little Malacca best,", replied Gabriel, as if the whole world must be familiar with those names.
At the mention of the latter Lawrence Newt looked interested, and, after talking a little more, said, "Gabriel, I take you into my office." He called Mr.Tray.
"Thomas Tray, this is the youngest clerk, Gabriel Bennet.

Gabriel, this is the head of the outer office, Mr.Thomas Tray.

Thomas, ask Venables to step this way." That young man appeared immediately.
"Mr.Venables, you are promoted.

You have seven hundred dollars a year, and are no longer youngest clerk.