"I been a-keepin' of my eye on that rose bush and that necktie for a week past, sir.

I 'ope you'll take 'em, Gov'nor, and not think me presumin', sir." Cleek faced round and looked at him--a long look--without saying anything, then he screwed round on his heel and walked to the window.
"It is very nice and very thoughtful of you, Dollops," he said presently, his voice a little thick, his tones a little uneven.

"But don't be silly and waste your money, my lad.

Lay it by.

You may need it one day.