Well, I wouldn't change places with him, nor any of his sort: I'm a British workman, and worth a dozen Rabys--useless scum!" "That you are, dear; so don't demean yourself to give any of them lessons.

Her godfather would be sure to hear of it." "Well, I won't, to please you.

But you have no more pluck than a chicken--begging your pardon, mother." "No, dear," said Mrs.Little, humbly, quite content to gain her point and lose her reputation for pluck; if any.
Henry worked regularly, and fast, and well, and in less than a fortnight a new set of his carving-tools were on view in Hillsborough, and another in London; for it was part of Mr.Cheetham's strategy to get all the London orders, and even make London believe that these superior instruments had originated in Hillsborough.
One day Miss Carden called and saw Bayne in the office.

Her vivid features wore an expression of vexation, and she complained to him that the wood-carver had never been near her.
Bayne was surprised at that; but he was a man who always allayed irritation on the spot.

"Rely on it, there's some reason," said he.
"Perhaps he has not got settled.