“I do mean that, Sammy,” replied his father, “and I vish you could ha’ seen how tight he held on by the sides wen he did get up, as if he wos afeerd o’ being precipitayted down full six foot, and dashed into a million hatoms. He tumbled in at last, however, and avay ve vent; and I rayther think⁠—I say I rayther think, Samivel⁠—that he found his-self a little jolted ven ve turned the corners.”

“Wot, I s’pose you happened to drive up agin a post or two?” said Sam.

“I’m afeerd,” replied Mr. Weller, in a rapture of winks⁠—“I’m afeerd I took vun or two on ’em, Sammy; he wos a-flyin’ out o’ the arm-cheer all the way.”