"I don't see what they want _one_ for." "Oh, I do," said Crow (who I supposed had hitherto been the junior), "he'll be jolly useful, you know, running errands, and all that." "All I can say is, unless he does it better than you, he'll be very little use." "There you go," said Crow, in a sulk.

"The more a fellow does for you the more you growl.

You see if I get you any more cheap neckties.

I'm always ashamed, as it is, to ask for ninepenny sailor's knots and one- and-twopenny kid gloves at the shop." "Tell the truth--they're one-and-three.

I suppose you get one-and- twopenny and pocket the odd penny!" This pleasant recrimination might have proceeded I know not how long, greatly to the detriment of my task, had not some one at the other desk changed the subject.
"Don't you fret, you there," said he, "the junior's not for you at all.
He's for the imports.