"Do you know any turnkeys ?" He reflected an instant, and then replied, artlessly-- "I don't jin many o' them.

But I can jist tell you a story.

Once at Wimbledown, when the _kooroo-mengroes_ were _odoi_ (when the troopers were there), I used to get a pound a week carryin' things.

One day, when I had well on to two stun on my _dumo_ (back), the chief of police sees me an' says, 'There's that old scoundrel again! that villain gives the police more trouble than any other man in the country!' 'Thank you, sir,' says I, wery respectable to him.

'I'm glad to see you're earnin' a 'onest livin' for once,' says he.