KIPPS
ing a second-hand 'namelling stove. . . . I'm going to 'namel myself."
"Lor'!" said Kipps.
"Yes. Do me a lot of good. Let the customer choose his colour. See? What brings you up?"
Kipps had a momentary vision of his foiled Uncle and Aunt. "Jest a bit of a change," he said.
Sid came to a swift decision. "Come down to my little show. I got someone I'd like to see talking to you."
Even then Kipps did not think of Ann in this connection.
"Well," he said, trying to invent an excuse on the spur of the moment. "Fact is," he explained, "I was jest looking round to get a bit of lunch."
"Dinner we call it," said Sid. "But that's all right. You can't get anything to eat hereabout. If you're not too haughty to do a bit of slumming, there's some mutton spoiling for me now———"
The word "mutton" affected Kipps greatly.
"It won't take us 'arf an hour," said Sid, and Kipps was carried.
He discovered another means of London locomotion in the Underground Railway, and recovered his self-possession in that interest. "You don't mind going third?" asked Sid; and Kipps said, "Nort a bit of it." They were silent in the train for a time, on account of strangers in the carriage, and then Sid began to explain who it was that he wanted Kipps to meet. "It's a chap named Masterman—do you no end of good.
"He occupies our first floor front room, you know.
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