You haven't a book o' no sort with you that we could prig a little po'try from ?' asked he.
'No,' replied Sponge thoughtfully.

'I'm afraid not; indeed, I'm sure not.
I've got nothin' but _Mogg's Cab Fares_.' 'Ah, that won't do,' observed Jack, with a shake of the head.

'But stay,' said he, 'there are some books over yonder,' pointing to the top of an Indian cabinet, and squinting in a totally different direction.

'Let's see what they are,' added he, rising, and stumping away to where they stood.

_I Promessi Sposi_, read he off the back of one.