“Stop,” said Mr. Weller, ringing the bell. “A double glass o’ the inwariable, my dear.”

“Very well, Sir,” replied the girl; who with great quickness appeared, vanished, returned, and disappeared.

“They seem to know your ways here,” observed Sam.

“Yes,” replied his father, “I’ve been here before, in my time. Go on, Sammy.”

“ ‘Lovely creetur,’ ” repeated Sam.

“ ’Tain’t in poetry, is it?” interposed his father.

“No, no,” replied Sam.