You aren't as quick at figures, perhaps, as you might be ?" "That's not exactly it," said Horace.

"The fact is, mother, we're neither in the literary not the clerical department.

I'm a `printer's devil'!" "Oh, Horace! what _do_ you mean ?" said the horrified mother.
"Oh, I'm most innocently employed.

I run messages; I fetch and carry for a gentleman called Durfy.

He gives me some parliamentary news to carry to one place, and some police news to carry to another place--and, by-the-way, they read very much alike--and when I'm not running backwards or forwards I have to sit on a stool and watch him, and be ready to jump up and wag my tail the moment he whistles.