an slipped past him and went on
before. Coming to the stile he stopped, and took his seat upon it.
Tom was rather startled, and for a moment stood still, but he stepped
forward again immediately, and went close up to him.

It was Jonas; swinging his legs to and fro, sucking the head of a stick,
and looking with a sneer at Tom.

'Good gracious me!' cried Tom, 'who would have thought of its being you!
You followed us, then?'

'What's that to you?' said Jonas. 'Go to the devil!'

'You are not very civil, I think,' remarked Tom.

'Civil enough for YOU,' retorted Jonas. 'Who are you?'

'One who has as good a right to common consideration as another,' said
Tom mildly.

'You're a liar,' said Jonas. 'You haven't a right to any consideration.
You haven't a right to anything. You're a pretty sort of fellow to talk
about your rights, upon my soul! Ha, ha!--Rights, too!'

'If you proceed in this way,' returned Tom, reddening, 'you will oblige
me to talk about my wrongs. But I hope your joke is over.'

'It's the way with you curs,' said Mr Jonas, 'that when you know a man's
in real earnest, you pretend to think he's joking, so that you may turn
it off. But that won't do with me. It's too stale. Now just attend to me
for a bit, Mr Pitch, or Witch, or Stitch, or whatever your name is.'

'My name is Pinch,' observed Tom. 'Have the goodness to call me by it.'

'What! You mustn't even be called out of your name, mustn't you!' cried
Jonas. 'Pauper' prentices are looking up, I think. Ecod, we manage 'em a
little better in the city!'

'Never mind what you do in the city,' said Tom. 'What have you got to
say to me?'

'Just this, Mister Pinch,' retorted Jonas, thrusting his face so close
to Tom's that Tom was obliged to retreat a step. 'I advise you to keep
your own counsel, and to avoid title-tattle, and not to cut in where
you're not wanted. I've heard something of you, my friend, and your
meek ways; and I recommend you to forget 'em till I am married to one
of Pecksniff's gals, and not to curry favour among my relations, but
to leave the course clear. You know, when curs won't leave the course
clear, they're whipped off; so this is kind advice. Do you understand?
Eh? Damme, who are you,' cried Jonas, with increased contempt, 'that
you should walk home with THEM, unless it was behind 'em, like any other
servant out of livery?'

'Come!' cried Tom, 'I see that you had better get off the stile, and let
me pursue my way home. M