If it wasn't for Billy and the trout, he'd die right off." Henry turned a look of silent pity on the boy, and left him in his pleasing illusion.

He wondered that Dr.Amboyne should have tacked this biped on to him.
They entered Cheetham's works, and Henry marched grimly into the office, and showed Mr.Bayne his credentials.
"Why, Little, you had no need of that." "Oh, it is as well to have no misunderstanding with your employer's masters.

I visit these works for my present employer, Dr.Amboyne, with the consent of Mr.Cheetham, here written." "Very well, sir," said Bayne, obsequiously; "and I respectfully solicit the honor of conducting our esteemed visitor." A young man's ill-humor could not stand against this.

"Come along, old fellow," said Henry.

"I'm a bear, with a sore heart; but who could be such a brute as quarrel with you?
Let us begin with the chaps who drove me out--the grinders.