

Or girl, suggested Mr. Hubble.

Of course, or girl, Mr. Hubble, assented Mr. Wopsle, rather irritably, but there is no girl present.

Besides, said Mr. Pumblechook, turning sharp on me, think what youve got to be grateful for. If youd been born a Squeaker

He was, if ever a child was, said my sister, most emphatically.