He knew me at once, and greeted me with great alacrity.
"Hullo! young 'un, here you are.

Look sharp and fill up the rest of these, do you hear?
and mind you don't make any spills!" I proceeded to obey, while Mr Crow, quite a grandee now that there was some one in the office junior to himself, stood, with his legs apart, before the fireplace and read the _Times_, giving an occasional glance at my proceedings.
"Hold hard!" he cried, presently, in an excited manner, when, having filled all the ink-pots along one of the desks, I was proceeding to attack on the other side of the screen; "hold hard! you don't want to fill up for the Imports, I say.

They can do that themselves!" Of course I agreed with him in this, and was just about restoring the jar to Mr Crow's custody, when Jack Smith entered the office.
"Hullo! Jack," I cried, feeling quite an old hand; "here you are.
Isn't it fine ?" "Rather," said Jack, solemnly, returning my grasp.

"I _am_ glad." "So am I.

I was in such a fright when--" "Now then, you young 'un there," said Crow, looking up from his paper, "don't go dawdling, I say.