"Ask him, Who's his friend ?" "Who's your friend ?" asked the husband, turning to Mr.Jope.
"Chimney-sweep," said Mr.Jope; "leastways, so apprenticed, as I understand." The pair gazed at me anew.
"I asked," said the woman at length, "because this is a poor place for chimbleys." "He's in trouble," Mr.Jope explained; "in trouble--along o' killing a Jew." "Oh no, Mr.Jope!" I cried.

"I didn't--" "Couldn't," interrupted his sister shortly, and fell into a brown study.

"Constables after him ?" she asked.
Mr.Jope nodded.
Her next utterance struck me as irrelevant, to say the least of it.
"Ben, 'tis high time you followed O.P.'s example." "Meaning ?" queried Ben.
"O, Onesimus.

P, Pengelly.

Example, marriage.