'Young boys have been smothered in chimneys before now', said a gentleman.
'That's acause they damped the straw afore they lit in the chimbley to make 'em come down agin,' 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'lmen, and there's nothink like a good hot blaze to make 'em come down vith a run. It's humane too, gen'lmen, acause, even if they've stuck in the chimbley, roasting their feet makes 'em struggle to hextricate theirselves'
(Dans le catalogue des carrières permises aux orphelins confiés à la charité publique, au début d'Oliver Twist, celle d'apprenti ramoneur n'est pas la moins réjouissante.)