o hang ourselves up by, of course, when we areoff duty/ Tom had got his answer, and had no more to say,till they came up to the great iron door of the prison.And there the truncheon knocked twice, with its ownhead. A wicket in the door opened, and out looked atremendous old brass blunderbuss… … If you please, sir, it is no case; only a younggentleman from her ladyship, who wants to see Grimes,the master-sweep. Grimes ? said the blunderbuss. And he pulledin his muzzle, perhaps to look over his prison-lists. vin A FAIRY TALE FOR A LAND-BABY 313 Grimes is up chimney No. 345, he said…
Fairy tales · Chimney sweeps
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