"O Lord!" says Mr. Smallweed, panting. "Oh, dear me! Oh, my stars! My dear friend, your workman is very strong--and very prompt. O Lord, he is very prompt! Judy, draw me back a little. I'm being scorched in the legs," which indeed is testified to the noses of all present by the smell of his worsted stockings.

"O Lord!" says Mr. Smallweed, panting. "Oh, dear me! My dear friend, your workman is very strong - and very prompt! 