Sam nodded an expressive assent.
"Red-nosed chap?" inquired Mr. Weller.
Sam nodded again.
"Amiable man that 'ere, Sammy," said Mr. Weller, smoking violently.
"Seems so," observed Sam.
"Good hand at accounts," said Mr. Weller.
"Is he?" said Sam.
"Borrows eighteenpence on Monday, and comes on Tuesday for a shillin' to make it up half a crown; calls again on Vensday for another half crown to make it five shillin's; and goes on, doubling, till he gets it up to a five pund note in no time, like them sums in the 'rithmetic book 'bout the nails in the horse's shoes, Sammy."
Sam intimated by a nod that he recollected the problem alluded to by his parent.
"So you vouldn't subscribe to the flannel veskits?" said Sam, after another interval of smoking.
"Cert'nly not," replied Mr. Weller; "what's the good o' flannel veskits to the young niggers abroad? But I'll tell you what it is, Sammy," said Mr. Weller, lowering his voice, and bending across the fire-place; "I'd come down wery handsome towards strait veskits for some people at home."
As Mr. Weller said this, he slowly recovered his former position, and winked at his first-born, in a profound manner.
"It cert'nly seems a queer start to send out pocket ankerchers to people as don't know the use on 'em," observed Sam.
"They're alvays a doin' some gammon of that sort, Sammy," replied his father. "T'other Sunday I wos walkin' up the road, wen who should I see, a standin' at a chapel-door, with a blue soup-plate in her hand, but your mother-in-law! I werily believe there was change for a couple o' suv'rins in it, then, Sammy, all in ha'pence; and as the people come out, they rattled the pennies in it, till you'd ha' thought that no mortal plate as ever was baked, could ha' stood the wear and tear. What d'ye think it was all for?"
