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"No, I will not, sir," returned Mr. Crunches as if nothing were

further from his thoughts or practice--"which I don't say it

is--wot I would humbly offer to you, sir, would be this. Upon

that there stool, at that there Bar, sets that there boy of mine,

brought up and growed up to be a man, wot will errand you,

message you, general-light-job you, till your heels is where your

head is, if such should be your wishes. If it wos so, which I

still don't say it is (for I will not prewaricate to you, sir),

let that there boy keep his father's place, and take care of his

mother; don't blow upon that boy's father--do not do it, sir--and

let that father go into the line of the reg'lar diggin', and make

amends for what he would have undug--if it wos so--by diggin' of

'em in with a will, and with conwictions respectin' the futur'

keepin' of 'em safe. That, Mr. Lorry," said Mr.