“Chain and all?”
“No; five pounds with the chain.”
“Humph, I cost thirty guineas. Never mind, you’re for the boy.”
“What boy?”
“The governor’s. I heard him say he was going to get him one. That boy will be spoiled, as sure as I go on springs; he’s made such a lot of. Have you been regulated?”
“I should think I have!” exclaimed I, in indignant recollection of my education.
“All right; keep your temper. What time are you?”
“Seven minutes to six.”
“Wrong! It’s seven and three-quarters!”
“How do you know?”