"Out! so don't fatigue yourself, I beg, sir."
"Out! so don't fatigue yourself, I beg, sir."
I soon discovered that my conduct had been reported in the most favourable colours to Mr. Timmis, and the consequence was that he began to take more notice of me.
"Andrew, what sort of a fist can you write?" demanded he. I shewed him some caligraphic specimens.
"D___ me, if your y's and your g's hav'nt tails like skippingropes. We must have a little topping and tailing here, and I think you'll do. Here, make out this account, and enter it in the book."
He left me to do his bidding; and when he returned from the Stock-Exchange, inspected the performance, which I had executed with perspiring ardour.
I watched his countenance. "That'll do—you're a brick! I'll make a man of you—d___ me."
From this day forward I had the honour of keeping his books, and making out the accounts. I was already a person of importance, and certainly some steps above the boys on the landing.