Mr Handycock will be home at four o'clock, and then we shall have our dinner.

Are you fond of viting ?" As I was very anxious to see Mr Handycock, and very anxious to have my dinner, I was not sorry to hear the clock on the stairs strike four, when Mrs Handycock again jumped up, and put her head over the banisters, "Jemima, Jemima, it's four o'clock!" "I hear it, marm," replied the cook; and she gave the frying-pan a twist, which made the hissing and the smell come flying up into the parlour, and made me more hungry than ever.
Rap, tap, tap! "There's your master, Jemima," screamed the lady.

"I hear him, marm," replied the cook.

"Run down, my dear, and let Mr Handycock in," said his wife.

"He'll be so surprised at seeing you open the door." I ran down, as Mrs Handycock desired me, and opened the street-door.
"Who the devil are you ?" in a gruff voice, cried Mr Handycock; a man about six feet high, dressed in blue cotton-net pantaloons and Hessian boots, with a black coat and waistcoat.