"Get out, Dick, or I'll tread on you!" this to one of the cats, who seemed to think because he was black and covered with black fur that he was a blacking-brush, and he was using himself accordingly all over his master's boots.
"If you please, I want to go now," I said hurriedly.
"To be sure you do," he said, still holding on to the end of my tie--"to be sure you do.

Hah! that's got him at last." I stared in return, for there had been a great deal of screwing about going on in that pocket, as if he could not get out his big fist, but it came out at last with a snatch.
"Here, where are you ?" he said.

"Weskit?
why, what a bit of a slit it is to call a pocket.

Hold the sixpence though, won't it ?" "If you please I'd rather pay for the flowers," I cried, flushing as he held on by the tie with one hand, and thrust the sixpence back in my pocket with the other.
"Dessay you would," he replied; "but I told you before I'm market grower and dursen't take small sums.

Not according to Cocker.