"There will be time to think of that hereafter, ma'am.

If my pa makes a man of me, why, of course, the shop may go to the deuce, for what I care; but we had better wait, look you, for something certain before we give up such a pretty bird in the hand as this." "He speaks like Solomon," said the Doctor.
"I always said he would be a credit to his old mother, didn't I, Brock ?" cried Mrs.Cat, embracing her son very affectionately.

"A credit to her; ay, I warrant, a real blessing! And dost thou want any money, Tom?
for a lord's son must not go about without a few pieces in his pocket.

And I tell thee, Tommy, thou must go and see his Lordship; and thou shalt have a piece of brocade for a waistcoat, thou shalt; ay, and the silver-hilted sword I told thee of; but oh, Tommy, Tommy! have a care, and don't be a-drawing of it in naughty company at the gaming-houses, or at the--" "A drawing of fiddlesticks, Mother! If I go to see my father, I must have a reason for it; and instead of going with a sword in my hand, I shall take something else in it." "The lad IS a lad of nous," cried Doctor Wood, "although his mother does spoil him so cruelly.

Look you, Madam Cat: did you not hear what he said about Beinkleider and the clothes?
Tommy will just wait on the Count with his Lordship's breeches.