First, we'll say, there's you an' the boy.

Well, who's goin' to look for you here, aboard an innercent boat laid here between locks an' waitin' till the full of her cargo comes down to Tizzer's Green wharf or Ibbetson's?
Next"-- he checked off the items on his fingers--"there's the Mortimers.

In duty to 'Ucks, I got to choose Mortimer a pitch where he'll draw a 'ouse.

Bein' new to this job, I'd like your opinion; but where, thinks I, 'll he likelier draw a 'ouse than at Tizzer's Green yonder ?--two thousand op'ratives, an' I doubt if the place has ever seen a travellin' theayter since it started to grow.
Anyway, Mortimer has been pushin' inquiries: an' that makes Secondly.
Thirdly, I don't know much about play-actors, but Mortimer tells me he gets goin' at seven-thirty an' holds 'em spellbound till something after ten; which means that by the time we've carted back the scenery _an'_ shipped _an'_ stowed it, _an'_ got the tarpaulins on, _an'_ harnessed up, we shan't get much change out o' midnight.

Don't lose your patience now, because we haven't come to the end of it yet--not by a long way.
By midnight, say, we get started an' haul up to Knowlsey top lock, which is a matter of three miles.