"You here! But where is the old man ?" "Here is the old man," said he, holding out a heap of white hair.

"Here he is,--wig, whiskers, eyebrows, and all.

I thought my disguise was pretty good, but I hardly expected that it would stand that test." "Ah, You rogue!" cried Jones, highly delighted.

"You would have made an actor, and a rare one.

You had the proper workhouse cough, and those weak legs of yours are worth ten pound a week.