I hope you'll be very clean." "I'll try to be, ma'am," I said, feeling quite uncomfortable, she looked at me so coldly.
"You can use those drawers, and your box can go in the back room.
Good-night!" She went away and shut the door, looking wonderfully clean and prim, but depressing instead of cheering me; and as soon as she was gone I uncorded my box, wondering whether I should be able to stay, and wishing myself back at Isleworth.
I had taken out my clothes and had reached the bottom of my box, anxious to see whether the treasures I had there in a flat case, consisting of pinned-out moths and butterflies, were all right and had not been shaken out of place by the jolting of the cart, when there was a sharp tap at the door and Mr Solomon came in.
"Hullo!" he said; "butterflies and moths!--eh ?" He spoke quite angrily, as it seemed to me, and chilled me, as I felt that he would not like me to do such a thing as collect.
"Hah!" he said.

"I used to do that when I was a boy.

There's lots here; but don't go after them when you're at work." "No, sir," I said.
"Thought I'd come up, my lad, as it's all strange to you.

I haven't much to say to you, only keep away from those boys.

Let 'em talk, but never you mind." "I'll try, sir." "That's right.