"By Jove, I will go!" screamed out George. "Give him this," said Becky, quite interested, and put a paper into the boy's hand. He had rushed down the stairs and flung across the street in a minute--the yellow postilion was cracking his whip gently.

"By Jove, I will go!" screamed out George.
"Give him this," said Becky, quite interested, and put a paper into the boy's hand. He rushed down the stairs and flung across the street.
