I didn't see the connection between my uncle borrowing my gold watch (if I had had one), and the situation at Messrs.

Merrett, Barnacle, and Company's.

But it would never do to make myself disagreeable.
"I've not got a gold watch, or a silver one either," I said.
This seemed to occasion fresh merriment among my catechist and his fellows.
"Why don't you say who told you to come ?" demanded the clerk.
"I did say," mildly replied I.

"I got a letter." "What's that to do with it?
I got a letter to-day, didn't I, Wallop, to tell me my washerwoman had changed her address.

But that's no reason for my coming here." This was perfectly sound reasoning.