"Oh, I _am_ glad.

It's him I want to see." "Is it now ?" said the fellow, "and what little game have you got on with him?
Going a grave-diggin', eh ?" "Grave-digging, no!" I cried.

"Jack Smith and I were at school together--" The driver interrupted me with a loud laugh.
"Oh, my eye, that's a good 'un; you at school with old Jack Smith! Oh, that'll do, that'll do!" and he roared with laughter.
"But I really was," repeated I, "at Stonebridge House." "You was?
How long before you was born was it; oh my eye, eh ?" "It was only last year." "Last year, and old Jack lost the last tooth out of his head last year too." "What! has he had his teeth out ?" cried I, greatly concerned.
"Yes, and all his hair off since you was at school with him," cried my companion, nearly rolling off the box with laughter.
"What do you mean ?" I cried, in utter bewilderment at this catalogue of my friend's misfortunes.
"Oh, don't ask me.

Old Jack Smith!" "He's not old," said I, "not very, only about sixteen." This was too much for my driver, who clapped me on the back, and as soon as he could recover his utterance cried, "My eyes, you _will_ find him growed!" "Has he ?" said I, half envious, for I wasn't growing very quickly.
"Ain't he! He's growed a lump since you was at school together," roared my eccentric friend.
"What is he doing ?" I asked, anxious to hear something more definite of poor Jack.
"Oh, the same old game, on'y he goes at it quieter nor he used.

Last Sunday that there bell-ringing regular blowed him out, the old covey." A light suddenly dawned upon me.
"Bell-ringing; old covey.