It was unlike a common workman, and still more unlike a boy of Gedge's size and age.
"It is beastly," he said.
"I'm awfully sorry for you, you know," continued Gedge, in a half- whisper, and going on with his work at the same time, "because I guess it's not what you're used to." "I'm not used to it," said Reginald.
"Nor was I when I came.

My old screw of an uncle took it into his head to apprentice me here because he'd been an apprentice once, and didn't see why I should start higher up the ladder than he did.

Are you an apprentice ?" "No, not that I know of," said Reginald, not knowing exactly what he was.
"Lucky beggar! I'm booked here for nobody knows how much longer.

I'd have cut it long ago if I could.

I say, what's your name ?" "Cruden." "Well, Cruden, I'm precious glad you've turned up.