It's all I can do for you." "Good for you, guv'nor," was the prompt answer.

"I can treat my brother on that.

Here, Ned," he caught hold of a younger boy by the shoulder, "hot coffee and eggs, you sinner.

Come on." The two scurried off together.

Brooks and his companion passed on.
"It is just this," Brooks said, in a low tone, "just the thought of these people makes me afraid, positively afraid to argue with Henslow.
You see--he may be right.