I give board and bed--find your own washing.

Habits regular--'prenticeship only five years; when over, must not set up in the same town.

I will see to the indentures.

When can you come ?" "When you please, sir." "Day after to-morrow, by six o'clock coach." "But, sir," said Philip, "will there be no salary?
something, ever so small, that I could send to my another ?" "Salary, at sixteen ?--board and bed-no premium! Salary, what for?
'Prentices have no salary!--you will have every comfort." "Give me less comfort, that I may give my mother more;--a little money, ever so little, and take it out of my board: I can do with one meal a day, sir." The bookseller was moved: he took a huge pinch of snuff out of his waistcoat pocket, and mused a moment.

He then said, as he re-examined Philip: "Well, young man, I'll tell you what we will do.