There you are.

Now we're ready to start you.

I've a good mind to go and get old Tacker to ring up the big bell and let them know you're just going to begin." Reginald could hardly be offended at this good-natured banter, and, as Gedge was after all a decent-looking boy, and aspirated his "h's," and did not smell of onions, he began to think that if he were doomed to drudge in this place he might have been saddled with a more offensive companion.
"It's a pity to put Tacker to the trouble, young 'un," said he; "he'll probably ring when I'm going to leave off, and that'll do as well." "That's not bad for you," said Gedge, approvingly; "not half bad.

Go on like that, and you'll make a joke in about a fortnight." "Look here," said Reginald, smiling at last.

"I shall either have to punch your head or begin work.