Pumblechook, as he took me by the arm above the elbow, “I am one of them that always go right through with what they've begun. This boy must be bound, out of hand. That's my way. Bound out of hand.”
“Goodness knows, Uncle Pumblechook,” said my sister (grasping the money), “we're deeply beholden to you.”
“Never mind me, Mum,” returned that diabolical cornchandler. “A pleasure's a pleasure all the world over.
But this boy, you know; we must have him bound. I said I'd see to it — to tell you the truth.”
The Justices were sitting in the Town Hall near at hand, and we at once went over to have me bound apprentice to Joe in the