You pretty nearly frightened me into fits; anybody could have knocked me down with a straw when I see the shutters up.

How is she ?" "She's very well, thank you, my boy," answered Oliver, meekly.
"Mother not turned up, I guess ?" said Tony.
"No; she comes on Friday," he replied.
Tony winked, and put his tongue into his cheek; but he gave utterance to no remark until after the shutters were in their place.

Then he surveyed himself as well as he could, with an air of satisfaction.

His face and hands were clean, and his skin looked very white through the holes in his tattered clothes; even his feet, except for an unavoidable under surface of dust, were unsoiled.

His jacket and trousers appeared somewhat more torn than the evening before; but they bore every mark of having been washed also.
"Washed myself early in the morning, afore the bobbies were much about," remarked Tony, "in the fountains at Charing Cross; but I hadn't time to get my rags done, so I did 'em down under the bridge, when the tide were going down; but I could only give 'em a bit of a swill and a ring out.
Anyhow, I'm a bit cleaner this morning than last night, master." "To be sure, to be sure," answered Oliver.