You won't want no more'n a tent,' I said, 'an' next to no scenery; an' me an' Arthur Miles could be the _Babes in the Wood_ or the _Princes in the Tower_ for you, with 'Dolph to fill up the gaps.'" "Darn _me_," said Mr.Hucks, staring, "if you're not the cleverest for your size!" "'Eav'nly--that was Mrs.Mortimer's word for it; an' Mr.Mortimer said 'twas the dream of 'is life, to pop--" "Eh ?" "It began with pop--to pop something Shakespeare in places where they 'adn't 'eard of 'im.

But you know 'is way." Mr.Hucks arose, visibly pondering.

'Dolph, who had been keeping an eye on him, rose also, and 'Dolph's tail worked as if attached to a steam engine.
"There's a cargo, mostly beer, to be fetched up from Stratford," said Mr.Hucks after a pause.

"Sam Bossom might take down the _Success to Commerce_ for it, and he's as well out o' the way wi' the rest o' you." Tilda clapped her hands.
"Mind you," he went on, "I'm not includin' any orphan.

I got no consarn with one.