"Don't mind that, sir: it's only a slow-worm.

It hain't got no fangs, so I gives it the run o' the room, for it keeps the beetles down.

You must not mind my bein' just a little short wi' you at first, for I'm guyed at by the children, and there's many a one just comes down this lane to knock me up.

What was it that Mr.Sherlock Holmes wanted, sir ?" "He wanted a dog of yours." "Ah! that would be Toby." "Yes, Toby was the name." "Toby lives at No.

7 on the left here." He moved slowly forward with his candle among the queer animal family which he had gathered round him.