She's always a-skylarkin' somewheres, she is, and I was a-lookin' for her." "Have you found her ?" asked Jack, whose pleasure at finding his young _protege_ was unconcealed.
"Found 'er! No; but I knows where she is." "Where ?" "In the station, for smashin' winders.

Ain't she a wonner ?" "My poor boy!" said the clergyman, sympathisingly.
"Ga on! I ain't your boy.

Don't know yer; I'm this 'ere bloke's chap, and I ain't a-goin' to be larned by no one else." It was impossible to avoid smiling at this frank declaration, seriously as it was uttered.
"When did your mother get into trouble ?" asked Jack.
"This very afternoon, bless 'er old 'art.

She was on the fly all yesterday, a-goin' on any'ow.

So I comes round afore the racket school, to see if she was a-coolin' down, and, there! if she 'adn't hooked it! I 'as a good look up and down the court, but she'd walked.