Upon my word I'll speak to Mr Barnacle about you.

Mind, I mean what I say." "You'd better look-out, young turnip-top, I can tell you," growled Crow; "when Dubbs means what he says, it's no joke, I can tell you." On the whole my first afternoon's work at Merrett, Barnacle, and Company's was somewhat distracting, and by the time half-past six arrived I felt I had not accomplished quite as much as I had intended.
My first care on rejoining Jack was to sound him as to the possibility of his coming to lodge at Mrs Nash's.

To my delight he anticipated me by inquiring, "Have you got any place to lodge, Fred ?" "Yes," said I, "and I only wish you'd come there too, Jack." "Whereabouts is it ?" he asked.
"Mrs Nash's, at Beadle Square.

But you will come, won't you ?" "Perhaps there's not room." "Oh yes," said I, taking upon myself to assert what I did not know, "there is.

Come along, old man, it'll make all the difference if we get together." "How much is it ?" asked Jack, doubtfully.
"Come along, and we'll ask," said I, dragging him along.
He came, and together we bearded Mrs Nash in her den.
"I say, Mrs Nash," said I, "my friend's coming to lodge here, please." Mrs Nash eyed Jack suspiciously, and then said abruptly, "No room." "Oh, bother! Can't he sleep with me, then ?" I inquired.
"No," replied she, "he can't.