Oh, you little rogue—come in here; where did you come from, hey?
"I am an Englishman."
No, you are not.
"Well, my father was. I was born in Hamburgh."
That's it; now, how came you to be selling these things?
"I'm doing it to try to pay my own board. I pay ten shillings a week. My brother has gone to California. By and by, perhaps, he will come home, and send me to school. Buy anything, to-day, ma'am?"
Of course I shall. I haven't seen such an enterprising young man since I left off pinafores. I'll buy all the pins you have; for since I came here to New-York, I see so many things to make me sigh, that my hooks and eyes keep flying off like Peggotty's buttons. There—run along, now, and don't you come this way again, with that little glib tongue, and those bright eyes, or you'll empty my purse entirely!
Oh dear! oh dear, he is knocked down crossing the street; he's killed!
No he is not!—