See if that'll suit your abilities, my dandy"; and without waiting to hear Reginald's explanations or remonstrances, Mr Durfy walked off, leaving the unlucky boy in the hands of Mr Barber.
"Now, then, stir your stumps, Mr Dandy," said the latter.

"It'll take you all your time to get that shop straight, I can tell you, so you'd better pull up your boots.

Got a broom ?" "No," muttered Reg, through his teeth, "I've not got a broom." "Go and get that one, then, out of the corner there." Reginald flushed crimson, and hesitated a moment.
"Do you 'ear?
Are you deaf?
Get that one there." Reginald got it, and trailing it behind him dismally, followed his guide to the back case-room.

It was a small room, which apparently had known neither broom nor water for years.

The floor was thick with dirt, and the cases ranged in the racks against the walls were coated with dust.
"There you are," said Mr Barber.