The little front room up stairs is very pleasant.

You can see a piece of the church-clock, through the chimneys, and almost tell the time; mother says it would be just the thing for you, and so it would, and you'd have her to wait upon you both, and me to run of errands.

We don't mean money, bless you; you're not to think of that! Will you try him, Miss Nell?
Only say you'll try him.

Do try to make old master come, and ask him first what I have done.

Will you only promise that, Miss Nell ?' Before the child could reply to this earnest solicitation, the street-door opened, and Mr Brass thrusting out his night-capped head called in a surly voice, 'Who's there!' Kit immediately glided away, and Nell, closing the window softly, drew back into the room.
Before Mr Brass had repeated his inquiry many times, Mr Quilp, also embellished with a night-cap, emerged from the same door and looked carefully up and down the street, and up at all the windows of the house, from the opposite side.