"There's nothing to be got out of you but chaff." Larkins was charmed with the compliment.
"But I'll tell you what, Larkins, I can't think how a fellow like you can go and give in to these sneaking, underhand tricks that make you ashamed to look one in the face." "It is only for the fun of it." "Well, I wish you would find your fun some other way.

Come, Larkins, recollect yourself a little--you have a home not so far off.

How do you think your father and mother would fancy seeing you reading the book you had yesterday, or coming out of Ballhatchet's with a bottle of spirits, called by a false name ?" Larkins pinched his fingers; home was a string that could touch him, but it seemed beneath him to own it.

At that moment a carriage approached, the boy's whole face lighted up, and he jumped forward.

"Our own!" he cried.