Things are different, you see.

There was more fun at home.

My father had two or three apprentices, whom I used to play with when the shop was closed, and there were often what you would call tumults, but which were not serious.

Sometimes there would be a fight between the apprentices of one ward and another.

A shout would be raised of 'Clubs!' and all the 'prentices would catch up their sticks and pour out of the shops, and then there would be a fight till the city guard turned out and separated them.