Whereupon the whisky was brought, and Mick insisted on shouting for it out of his own pocket.
They had hardly gone a mile out of Nobble before Maggott started a little difficulty,--merely for the purpose of solving it with a master's hand.

'There ain't to be no misters among us, you know.' 'Certainly not,' said Caldigate.
'My name's Mick.

This chap's name's Dick.

I didn't exactly catch your'n.
I suppose you've been kursened.' 'Yes;--they christened me John.' 'Ain't it never been Jack with you ?' 'I don't think it ever was.' 'John! It do sound lackadaisical.

What I call womanish.