Weller.
'Is he?' said Sam.
'Borrows eighteenpence on Monday, and comes on Tuesday
for a shillin' to make it up half-a-crown; calls again on Vensday
for another half-crown to make it five shillin's; and goes on,
doubling, till he gets it up to a five pund note in no time, like
them sums in the 'rithmetic book 'bout the nails in the horse's
shoes, Sammy.'
Sam intimated by a nod that he recollected the problem
alluded to by his parent.
'So you vouldn't subscribe to the flannel veskits?' said Sam,
after another interval of smoking.
'Cert'nly not,' replied Mr. Weller; 'what's the good o' flannel
veskits to the young niggers abroad? But I'll tell you what it is,
Sammy,' said Mr. Weller, lowering his voice, and bending across
the fireplace; 'I'd come down wery handsome towards strait
veskits for some people at home.'
As Mr. Weller said this, he slowly recovered his former position,
and winked at his first-born, in a profound manner.
'it cert'nly seems a queer start to send out pocket-'ankerchers
to people as don't know the use on 'em,' observed Sam.
'They're alvays a-doin' some gammon of that sort, Sammy,'
replied his father.
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