And so we must buy the Gap, must we, and get to be landlords, must we, and want to turn parties as has lived here twenty or thirty years or more out of their houses and homes, must we?
Now, look ye here, young gent, what I've got to say is--Bah! What a fool I am," he cried, smiting his open left hand with his fist.

"What am I talking about?
'Tar'n't his fault." I was standing aghast and wishing myself a long way off, when his whole manner changed and he patted me on the shoulder.
"'Tar'n't your fault, my lad, 'tar'n't your fault.

So you've come home for the holidays, eh ?" "Yes, sir." "Hah! Bigley, my big babby, often talks about you when he writes to me, lad.

You're mates, eh ?" "Oh, yes," I said, finding his tone roughly kind now.

"We sleep in the same room." "Hah, yes! Well, and what have you chaps been about ?" "Oh, climbing about, and down by the stream, father," put in Bigley quickly.
"And you ar'n't hungry a bit, eh, lads?
Well, I am," he said, without waiting for us to speak.