'I just tells my 'ousekeeper at the Halbany as I'm goin' on the Continong; and my mates 'ere thinks I'm a traveller.' "'Nobody misses me much,' he added, pathetically; 'I hain't a partic'larly fetchin' sort o' bloke, either of me.

I'm sich an out-and- outer.

When I'm an 'Arry, I'm too much of an 'Arry, and when I'm a prig, I'm a reg'lar fust prize prig.

Seems to me as if I was two ends of a man without any middle.

If I could only mix myself up a bit more, I'd be all right.' "He sniffed once or twice, and then he laughed.