You're a beauty, you are.

Some of our chaps'll tell you who I am, Mr Canvasser.

Now, look here, you stop there till I come back from Yorke's.

If you move an inch--whew! you'll find the weather pretty warm, I can tell you.

Canvassing?
You'll get canvassed, I fancy, before you grow much taller." And off stalked the indignant Percy, promising himself a particularly pleasant afternoon, as soon as his errand to the captain was over.
Yorke was at work, with his lexicon and notebooks on the table, when the envoy entered.
"Well, is that you or your brother ?" inquired he.
"Not my brother, if I know it," said Percy.
"That's not much help.