'It's a nasty trade,' said Mr. Limbkins, when Gamfield had again

'Young boys have been smothered in chimneys before now,' said

'That's acause they damped the straw afore they lit it in the

chimbley to make 'em come down again,' said Gamfield; 'that's all

smoke, and no blaze; vereas smoke ain't o' no use at all in

making a boy come down, for it only sinds him to sleep, and

that's wot he likes. Boys is wery obstinit, and wery lazy,

Gen'l'men, and there's nothink like a good hot blaze to make 'em