"I'm no flash spark," said Jack. "Not enough for 'em at home. It's too much fist and too little toff, that's the matter with me."
"C'n y' use y'r fists?"
"Like to try me?"
Jack shaped up to him.
"Oh for the love o' Mike," laughed Tom, "stow the haw-haw gab! You'll do me though, I think."
"I'll try to oblige," said Jack, rolling into bed.
"Here!" said Tom sharply. "Out y' get an' say y' prayers."
"What sortta example for them kids of ours, gettin' into bed an' forgettin' y'r prayers?"
Jack eyed the youth.
"You say yours?" he asked.