`Oh, no, ain't you,' says I; `what do you want to look so green about the mazard for, then ?' says I.

`Oh, that's nothing,' says he; `reading late at night, that's what that is,' says he.

`Turn it up,' says I.

`So I will,' says he, `when my Sam's over,' says he.
Bless you, governor, I'd like to give that there Sam a topper, so I would." So, then, he was reading for an examination! This paleness, after all, did not come from fretting on my account, but because he had found an occupation which drove me from his thoughts evening after evening! I felt more hopeless of recovering my friend than ever.
"Do you go to the ragged school still ?" I asked.
"Yaas, a Fridays.

I say, governor, look here." He dipped his finger into his blacking-pot, and, after cleaning the flagstone on which he knelt with his old hat, proceeded laboriously and slowly to trace an S upon it.
"There," he cried, when the feat was accomplished, "what do you think of that?
That's a ess for Mr Smith, and a proper bloke he is.