He ain't indoors, Miss, not a quarter of an hour together.

He can't settle in one place five minutes.

He goes about, like a--just like a stray,' said Rob, stooping to get a glimpse of the pigeons through the window, and checking himself, with his fingers half-way to his mouth, on the verge of another whistle.
'Do you know a friend of Mr Gills, called Captain Cuttle ?' inquired Florence, after a moment's reflection.
'Him with a hook, Miss ?' rejoined Rob, with an illustrative twist of his left hand.

Yes, Miss.

He was here the day before yesterday.' 'Has he not been here since ?' asked Susan.
'No, Miss,' returned Rob, still addressing his reply to Florence.
'Perhaps Walter's Uncle has gone there, Susan,' observed Florence, turning to her.
'To Captain Cuttle's, Miss ?' interposed Rob; 'no, he's not gone there, Miss.