Where is your school ?" "Oh, it's not properly a school, but Billy and sometimes one or two others come to our lodgings, and learn to write and read.

He has never missed before.

That's what makes me fear something is wrong." At that moment the object of our search stood before us, with his usual grin wider than ever.
"What cheer, blokes ?" was his greeting.

"Oh, 'ere, governor, I reckon you're a-goin' to turn me up 'cos I wasn't at the racket school.

But my old gal, she's a-missin'.