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hear her hurrying towards the door; and putting | “Beggar the things ! to think that you should out her head, she very sharply requested me to have gone past the door and me not hear you,” run and play, as no little boys were wanted there. replied Mr. Jenkins, evasively. I recall with regret the fact that I, smarting under “Gone past the door! why shouldn't I ?” aska sense of indignity put on me by Mrs. Jenkins, ed my father, beginning to look serious. and further exasperated by hearing the lock click “Come in, that's a good fellow, and I'll tell you as she turned the key, began to bawl my loudest, all about it. You must know, Jim, that I promisand to batter and kick the door, demanding of ed my old woman that I would lay wait for you my mother to turn out Mrs. Jenkins instantly, and on the landing, just to give you a hint like; but to cut me a thick slice of bread and treacle. Pre- you see, Jim, I get up so jolly early, and you was so sently, however, I was calmed. My mother came late to-night before you came home, that I”to the door.

“A hint of what ?” interrupted my father. "Don't make mammy's head ache, Jimmy," “Dozed off, I suppose,” continued Mr. Jenkins, said she kindly. “Mammy's ill, dear. Don't nervously. “I wouldn't go up, Jim, if I was you. cry. Buy a cake, Jim."

Fact, that's what I was laying wait to tell you; And hearing a metallic sound at my feet, I leastways I ought to have done. My old woman looked down and saw that she had pushed a is up there, you know. She said she would when farthing through the chink at the bottom of the it happened. Bless you, the place was full of door; so I went off and bought a brandy-ball. women till the doctor came, and then says he,

It was near my father's time for returning from Which of you may I regard as this poor creathe market when I went indoors again. Just

, ture's nuss ? Will you be so good as to regard however, as I reached the first landing, there me as such, sir ?' said my old woman. 'I will came a hasty creaking of boots behind me, and so,' said the doctor ; ' and now all the rest of you in an instant I was overtaken and passed by a hook it, for this is, I am sorry to say, a case that tall gentleman in black clothes, who took the requires the greatest amount of uninterruption.' stairs two at a time, as though in a mighty hurry, Them wasn't the exact words, but my old woman and arriving at our room-door, as I could plainly can tell you. He turned 'em all out, howsomever.” hear, rapped at it and went in, closing the door “Why, course he did," answered my father. behind him. This, of course, was a settler for “Get out with you, trying to frighten a fellow. me. I sat down in a corner of the stairs to wait Why, aint you old enough to know that they until the creaky boots came down again. always do turn 'em out when they find a pack of

But they didn't come down, and I waited and 'em chattering and jawing together ?” waited until I dozed off to sleep, and so my father What's the time, Jim ?” (who that evening happened to be later than “ After six-half-past," my father replied, beusual) found me. He had been drinking a little, ginning to whistle, as though to show his superiI think, and began to bluster and talk loud, ask- ority to Mr. Jenkins's ungrounded croaking. ing me where the something my mother was, and “Half-past three-half-past four! Ah, he's why the something else she did not take better been up there, barring the time he run home and care of me.

back again to fetch something-he's been up there “Mother's up-stairs, father,” said I.

four hours-four solid hours, Jim. That's a good “Up-stairs ! and leave you laying about on the while, don't you know ?” observed Mr. Jenkins, stairs to be trod on! We'll thundering soon see wagging his head seriously. what that means."

“That aint no manner of odds, I tell you," And raging like a bull, he was stamping up the maintained my father, stoutly; "they always do stairs, when I called after him

stay a long while. Why, when this young shaver “There's somebody up with her, father." as I've got in my arms was born". Somebody! Who?

“Oh! I never met such a fellow for argument “A gentleman with ".

as he is,” ejaculated Mr. Jenkins, distressfully “ A what! a gentleman ?”

turning away, and making a pretence of mending “A gentleman with a white thing round his the fire. “Talk about breaking it to him gradneck, and creaky boots. Mrs. Jenkins is up ual! It 'ud puzzle a lawyer to do it.” Then there, too, father.”

turning in desperation, and with the poker in his Hearing this explanation, my father turned hand, towards my father, said heslowly back, laughing a little, and tossing bis “Since you must know, Jim Ballisat, there's head.

something wrong up there;" and he jerked his “Come on, Jimmy,” said he, softly, taking me thumb towards the ceiling. up in his arms; "we don't want nothing to say

“ How wrong?” to Mr. Gentleman. I know who he is, Jim. Let's Altogether wrong, Jim. Al-to-gether come down to old Jenks, and see what he's got wrong.". to say about it.”

It wasn't Mr. Jenkins's words, so much as the So we went down and knocked at old Jenkins's way in which he delivered them, that seemed to door. At first it seemed that there was nobody impress my father. He had no heart for further within ; but when father knocked again, louder, argument. He took off his hairy cap, and lowMr. Jenkins made his appearance, rubbing his ered himself down on to a chair by the window, eyes as though he had been awoke out of a sleep. with me on his knees. He laid hold on my father by the jacket-sleeve “When was she took ?” he presently asked. and pulled him into the room.

"A little afore tea---so I'm told,” replied Mr. “You haven't been up, Jim, have you ?" asked Jenkins. he, eagerly.

“If it had been on a Sunday I should have "No, I'm just a-goin," replied my father ; been at home,” observed my father ; “praps “what's up? anything the matter? Anything it's best as it is, though. She didn't want me, I'll uncommon, I mean ?"

wager it, Jenks.”

tell you."

“ That's where it is, Jim,” replied Jenkins. | likely that she would be down to get him his tea, “She does want you. She's done nothing but ask and as I, sitting on the stairs, could hear, was after you for this three hours. Bless your soul, snapped up very short indeed. However, like the yes. Every time she hears the street-door swing, kind-hearted old fellow he was, he did not flinch she begins— Hark! there's my Jim ! that's his from a second attempt. step, I am sure.' She has been going on, I can All the time Mr. Jenkins was creeping up the

stairs, my father continued staring steadfastly at “ A-askin' and a-wantin' to see me !" replied the Burning Houses of Parliament, his chest my father, huskily, and after a considerable pause. heaving (as I could tell by the painful pressure Well

, that is rum! Don't it strike you as being of the pearly buttons on his waistcoat against my rum, Jenks ?"

legs) as though he found it tremendously hard “Aint I been trying to make you understand work. We heard the door overhead open, and how rum it all is ?" replied Mr. Jenkins. Mrs. Jenkins say, “I heard him; I was just com

“Ah! but that part in pertickler. A-wanting ing;" and down she came along with her husme and asking after me these three hours ! band. Why, she knows that I'm never home until five. She had her apron to her eyes as she came What makes her in such a hurry, I wonder ? It's down; and as soon as ever she entered the room about the rummest thing I ever heard tell of." where we were, she threw up both her hands, and

“You'd say so if you had heard a few of the began moaning and shaking her head, as though queer things she has been saying,” returned Mr. the scene she had just left was woeful enough, Jenkins. "Oh! I can't tell you half, even if I but, borne in mind and taken together with the had a mind to. P'r'aps she's light-headed.” spectacle which now met her gaze, was too excru

“Not she," replied my father, emphatically. ciating for human endurance, and cut her up com“What queer things did she talk about? You pletely. She sank into a chair, and covering her might tell a fellow, Jenks."

head with her apron, rocked, and choked, and Oh, you never heard ! 'I want him to kiss sobbed in a way that frightened me very much. me,' says she. 'I want him to hold my hand in “Has mother got up yet, ma'am ?" I asked her. his and kiss me. I want to be good friends with But the circumstance of my addressing her him before I go,” said Mr. Jenkins.

seemed to throw her into acuter agony even than I believe, now that the ice was broken and the before; such, at least, might be fairly assumed old fellow had gained courage, that he would have from her behaviour. favoured my father with a repetition of some “Has she got up? No, my poor lamb," she other queer things my mother had given utter- gasped ; “no, you poor motherless orphan, you ! ance to; but hearing as much as he had, my She'll never get up again.” father got up hastily from his chair, and after For a moment my father withdrew his gaze walking up and down the room two or three from the Houses of Parliament, and looked at times, (so softly that you could scarcely hear the Mrs. Jenkins as though he had something to say; fall of his hob-nailed boots upon the bare floor,) but he said nothing. He hastened back with all presently halted, with his back to Mr. Jenkins speed to the conflagration, indenting my calves and his face towards a picture of the Burning of with his pearly buttons most cruelly. the Houses of Parliament that hung against the “She's sinking fast, Jim !” pursued Mrs. Jenwall. Several times I thought that he was about kins. "The doctor says that it is only her sufto put his cap on, but he never got it higher than ferings that keeps her alive; and that when they

are over, which is expected minute by minute, it “Jenks," said he, presently, but still continuing will be all over.” his close inspection of the Burning of the Parlia Having thus, with many gasps and chokings, ment Houses, “Jenks, it mightn't be quite the delivered herself of the dreadful intelligence, Mrs. ticket for me to go up; but an old chap like you Jenkins renewed her rocking and moaning, while are, I don't suppose they'd much mind; d'ye think her old husband walked round her and hugged they would, Jenks ?”

her, to comfort her. As for me, although my "They've got no call to mind me; why should mind was too childish to grasp the full meaning they?" answered Mr. Jenkins, manifestly shirk- of what Mrs. Jenkins told us, I found quite enough ing my father's question.

in it to frighten me; so, slipping down out of my “You wouldn't mind just going up and saying father's arms, I ran to Mrs. Jenkins and buried to your old woman that I should like a word with my head in her lap. her, if convenient ?”

No movement of mine, however, or of Mrs. JenMr. Jenkins did not answer immediately. “Of kins, or of her distressed husband, could distract course, Jim, I'll go if—if you think it will be any my father's attention from the picture against the good,” he presently remarked, in a hesitating wall. His interest in it appeared to become more manner.

absopbing each moment, so that his forehead pres“Of course it will be good," said my father. ently sank down upon it; and between the fitful "She'll come if you call her, won't she ?" pauses in Mrs. Jenkins's lamentations, a strange

Mr. Jenkins looked very much as though he noise of “Pit! pat! pit !" could be plainly heard. wasn't quite sure of that. With a delicacy and The picture of the Burning of the Houses of Parconsideration that did him honour, he did not liament was a cheap and flimsy affair, and, being trouble my father with his private reasons for gummed only at the top, the heat had caused its suspecting that his wife might not respond bottom part to curl up, scrollwise. My father promptly and cheerfully to his summons; but the leaning his head against the wall, I think it must fact was, he had already once in the course of have been his tears dropping into this scroll that that afternoon ventured on exactly the same ser-caused the sound of “Pit! pat !” Suddenly, vice as that my father now requested of him. He however, and by a tremendous effort, he seemeil had gone up to make inquiries as to when it was to smother his grief; and, taking his pocket

his eyes.

handkerchief from his jacket pocket, he dried his I said I didn't mind, though I did mind a very eyes.

great deal; and away they went, leaving me alone “The doctor up there still ?" asked he. in the room. By this time it was growing dark

“Bless the dear man, yes. Heavens ! James er, and nearly dark. I did not like Mrs. Jenkins Ballisat! you don't suppose that I could be such overmuch, and had seldom or never been in her a heartless wretch as "

room before. It was a perfectly strange room to “Anybody else up there besides the doctor ?" me; for though I had now been in it more than interrupted my father.

an hour, there had been so much else to engross “Nobody but the doctor, Jim. Why ?” my attention, that I had looked about me scarcely

"Because I'm going up," said my father, reso- at all. There was now, however, nothing left but lutely.

to look about me. There were several bird-cages, "You? Why, you're talking like a madman,” with birds in them, ranged against the wall; but, replied the aghast Mrs. Jenkins, rising and stand with the exception of a blackbird, all the birds ing in the path to the door.

were asleep, with their heads under their wings*I tell you, I'm going. Poor gal! She to still as balls of feathers. The blackbird was still, want to hold the hand that has so often hurt her! too, all but his eyes, which winked and blinked at She to beg me to be friends with her! Don't you me whenever I turned my gaze that way. There come up for a minute or so, Mrs. J. Perhaps she were, besides, the blackbird and the squirrel, a might have something something private like-- whale's tooth on the side-board, and a great-belto tell me, that she don't want anybody but me to lied jug with a man's head, with the mouth wide hear."

open for a spout. The darker it grew, the strang. He was so fully determined to go, that Mrs. er everything seemed to get, and bigger and big. Jenkins made no attempt at hindrance. He ger the blinking eyes of the blackbird, till I was stepped hastily out of the room, but scarcely had afraid to look about me at all, and kept my eyes he done so when the door of our room was heard fixed on the squirrel's cage on the table, with the to open hastily, and the doctor's voice called out, little squirrel within spinning round and round in impatiently

"his wire wheel. # Mrs. What's-o'-name? come up here, ma'am. The Dutch clock in the corner had ticked off Bother the woman! what did she want to go very many more than a few minutes; but my away just now for ?”

father and Mr. Jenkins did not return. It was At this summons Mrs. Jenkins jumped up, and quite dark now; and I could see nothing of the hastily composing herself, hurried away. My squirrel but the white patch on his breast, ever father followed her.

shifting, and rising and falling behind the bright “Well, sir! and what the dickens do you want?" bars of his prison, as he whirled swiftly round, we heard the doctor say.

When I say that this was all I could see, I mean “Please, sir, I'm her husband.”

to say that this was al I tried to see. Had I “You are not wanted here, whoever you are," looked about, no doubt I should have found the replied the doctor, snappishly; and then came blackbird's eyes bigger and fuller of winks than the sound of a door being closed in a very fierce ever; and, possibly, the big-bellied man-jug and decided manner.

champing his jaws at me. There was plenty to Down came my father again, to take me on his listen to, however. There was the creaking of knee, lean his elbows on the corner of the table, the squirrel's wheel, and the clawing of its feet; and rest his face on his hands, without saying a there was the ticking of the Dutch clock; and word.

plain above the ticking, and the creaking, and It was about the middle of September, and the the clawing, a dull tramp-tramp overhead, in the evenings were growing short and chilly. So we room above, where my mother was. Not a bust

Old Jenkins was present: but seeing my ling hither and thither, but a leisurely tramp on a father's condition, he took no notice, but moved beat that extended from the wall to the window; softly about the room (he kept birds) pottering the walk of somebody waiting for somebody else, over a breeding cage for canaries. By and by it who, though tardy, is sure. grew so deep twilight that, when he wanted to At last I grew so terribly hot and frightened bore a hole to put a wire through, he had to come that I could stand it no longer; and slipping to the window for the sake of the light. All at down off the chair, and shutting my eyes that I once, my father, starting up, spoke with a sud- might not see that'dreadful blackbird as I passed denness that nearly caused the old man to bore him, I groped my way out of Jenkins's room, and, the gimlet into his thumb.

creeping up the stairs about half-way, there sat “Good Lord ! I can't stand this, Harry Jen- down. Had nobody been with my mother but kins; it'll strangle me if I do ;" and as he spoke, Mrs. Jenkins, I should certainly have gone all the he untied and loosened his bulky yellow silk neck- way up; but every now and then I could make erchief. “I can't abide by it another minute, out the creaking boots, which effectually warned Harry; upon my soul, I can't. What can a fel- me off. How could I dare venture to face a man low do ?”

who was so little afraid of my big, strong father “If I was you, Jim, I'd take a turn out in the that he told him he wasn't wanted, and shut the fresh air ; not to be gone long, you know; just door in his face ? It wasn't very comfortable sitten minutes. Come on ; I'll come with you, Jim.” ting on the pitchy-dark, hard stairs ; but it was “But the boy ?" said my father.

twenty times preferable to staying in that fright"Praps he'd be better for it, too."

ful room below. Besides, there was a real bit of “I'd rather leave him. D'ye think we might ?" comfort to be found on the stairs, that was as

“ Course," replied Mr. Jenkins. “He won't welcome as it was unexpected. There came mind just for a little while; will you, Jimmy? through the keyhole of our door a bright streak He will sit here, and see the squirrel run round'in of light, long and narrow, and just enough to ilhis treadmill."

I luminate a solitary banister-rail. I sat on the

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AND MY FATHER REFUSES TO BE COMFORTED.

stair nighest to this bright rail, and laid hold of long and stealthy steps, to the farther end of it with both my hands. It was long past my bed- Jenkins's room, where he sat down. time ; and still holding on to my rail

, and laying "He's off at last, Jenks,” said he, rubbing his my face against it, I presently fell fast asleep. hands cheerfully; "show him a light, old boy,

I think it looks well—his going. He wouldn't go if she was very bad, you know."

But the disagreeable beggar was not off-at CHAPTER IV.

least, not straight off. He had got something to

say to my father before he went; and when he IN WHICH WORK IS CUT OUT FOR THE UNDERTAKER, reached Jenkins's landing he halted, and coughed,

and tapped at the half-open door with his walk

ing-stick. I awoke in a great fright. How long I had Mr. Jenkins, on the way to show him a light, been sleeping I don't know. The light had was just in time to confront him. vanished from the banister-rail, so that I was “Your name is Ballisat, I believe," said the completely in the dark; and there came sounds doctor; “ you are the husband of the ". to my ears that completely bewildered me. “No, sir, thanky; it isn't me. Here, Jim!” What with the unaccountable sounds, and the “I'm the one you want, sir,” said my father, fact of my being but half-awake -- and half- coming boldly forward, with me in his arms; dreaming, probably, of the winking blackbird “I'm her husband, at your service, mister. And and the big-bellied-man jug, and the other hor- how might she find herself by this time, mister ?” rors on view in Jenkins's room-it was not sur The doctor was the parish doctor — a tall, prising that my leading impression should be round-shouldered old gentleman, with white hair, that, by some means or another, I was in the and wearing spectacles. wrong house. The longer I thought about it, “Oh, you are Mr. Ballisat!” said he, speaking the plainer it appeared that it must be so. There in a very different voice from that which he had was a baby in this house; in our house there used to my father when ordering him about his was no baby. So I scuttled down the stairs as business. "And is this the little fellow she was fast as I could, and made for the street-door. speaking of?”

Just as I opened it, in came my father and Mr. “Werry likely, sir," replied my father; she Jenkins. My father, indeed, nearly stumbled has been speaking about a goodish many things, over me.

so I've been told. Could we go up and have a ** Holloa! What! is it you, Jimmy? Got word with her now, sir? Not as I want to distired of stopping up there by yourself-eh?” turb her-of course not ; but if so be as

** Bles. his young heart!” said Mr. Jenkins. “Well, my little man,” interrupted the doctor, * Don't you see how it is, Jim! He's been taking one of my hands in his long, black-gloved watching for us at the window, and he's just own, you must be a good boy now poor mother come down to let us in."

has gone, and then you will one day see her again. “No, I didn't," said I, catching hold on fa- You must love your little sister, and be kind to ther, and mighty glad of the chance, as may be her, for mother's sake. Good-night, my dear. imagined "We don't live here. You're come Good-night, Mr. Ballisat. You must try and to the wrong house, father.”

bear up under your loss as a man should. If “Wrong house! You're dreaming, Jimmy; you and I, my friend, could only live in the meek it's all right, cock-o'-wax. Come up-stairs." and forgiving spirit in which she died, we should

“It is the wrong house." I persisted. “There's be happy men. Good-night. If you send round a baby in this house; I heard it crying." in the morning, I will give you a certificate of

“Heard a baby crying !” exclaimed my father, the death.” eagerly. "Are you sure, Jimmy?"

Beyond nodding his head, my father had beThe mysterious baby answered for itself, at trayed no sign that he had heard a word the docthat identical moment, in tones loud enough to tor was saying. He seemed amazed ; and his be plainly heard.

eyes wandered from the doctor to the stairs down “D'ye hear that, Jenkins ?" said my father. which he had just come, as though he could "That's jolly, aint it? I begin to think it is all understand it all as far as that, but no farther. right, after all, old man.”

When the doctor bade him good-night, he made “If it is, we shall precious soon know," re- him no answer beyond a nod; and it was not plied old Jenkins. “Come on up-stairs.” until old Jenkins was following the doctor down

We went up ; and before a light could be the stairs with the candle, that his speech and struck, I was convinced that we were in the understanding came back to him. right house by the whirring and burring noise “ O Lord ! 0 Christ ! gone! gone!” he cried, the squirrel was making.

in a harsh, whimpering whisper; and then, stag"I wonder whether that disagreeable beggar gering back to Jenkins's room all in the dark, he has gone yet?” said my father, standing in the set me between his knees, and cowering, with his doorway of Jenkins's room, and evidently of a face and arms over me, commenced sobbing and mind to go up and satisfy himself on the point. shaking like a man with the ague.

But at that very moment, the disagreeable That was how old Jenkins found him when he beggar, as my father called the doctor, made returned with the candlehow Mrs. Jenkins and known (or, rather, his boots did for him) that he the minister, whom I had not seen go up (he had not yet departed. Creak! creak! overhead. must have passed me as I lay asleep holding on Creak! creak! to the room-door, the handle of to the rail) found him. The minister, who was a which was turned. Creak! creak! creak! com- very young man of stern aspect, endeavoured to ing down the stairs, which, when my father comfort father. He pointed out to him how unhearrt, caused him to beat a sudden retreat, with l becoming it was to grieve, and how that, on the

AND

NEVER.”

contrary, he ought to rejoice that his wife was ward silence of four or five minutes, my father's snatched away from a world abounding in iniqui- meaning became so clear that it was impossible ty. With his eyes so full of bitter tears, how to mistake it; and so, by ones and twos, they ever, my father could not be brought to see the gradually dispersed ; and as Mrs. Jenkins was matter in this light ; instead of giving him any engaged up-stairs, we were once more left alone comfort, it only made him savage; and he flatly with old Jenkins, who shut the door. told the minister that if that was what he meant, “Now, you take my advice, Jim,” said he, adthe sooner he took himself off the better—which dressing my father, “and turn in with the boy. he did, seeming rather glad to get away. There's my son Joe's bed in the back-room, and

Mrs. Jenkins, although she tried a course ex- Joe, as you know, won't be home till the mornactly opposite to that of the minister, was lit- ing. Turn in, Jim; and if you can't sleep, you tle more successful. She reminded my father of will be able to get a good spell of quiet." the excellence of the wife he had lost, and of the many, many kind messages she had intrusted to her (Mrs. Jenkins) for delivery. “If you had been the best husband in the

CHAPTER V. world to her, Jim, she could not have gone forgiving you freer," said Mrs. Jenkins. At which IN WHICH MY FATHER ENDEAVOURS TO EXPLAIN my father bowed his head lower still, and shook TO ME THE MEANING OF THE WORDS “DEATH" the more.

“Lor'! don't take on so, Jim,” continued she. « Think of the two forlorn and motherless babies Young Joe Jenkins's room, in which, after she has left behind her. Think of this blessed some persuasion, my father and myself consented lamb, as it would have been a heavenly mercy if to pass the night, was not exactly the sort of she had never been born. Here, Jim, look up; chamber an over-nice person would have chosen you hain't seen the baby."

as a sleeping apartment. I never dreamed she had it with her. I saw Joe Jenkins was a night hand at a blackleadthat she had a bundle of some sort, and that was factory on the Surrey side of the water, and being all.

a long-headed and ingenious young fellow, and “Do just hold her a minute, Jim," said Mrs. having a great deal of daylight at his disposal, Jenkins; “it will do you good, Jim--sure it will. had turned his bedroom into a workshop. His She's just the spit of the poor dear that's gone ; father took a great deal to “the fancy," and so the same eyes and the same hair, to a shade.” did Joe. I say “the fancy,” because they called

And so she wheedled the baby on to my father's it so. It meant dealing in birds, and dogs, and lap.

rabbits, and rats for the rat-pit, and ferrets. BeThe sweet angel!” remarked a woman of the sides “ fancying " these various birds and beasts, alley, (there were a good many of them in the Joe fancied birdcage-making and bird-stuffing, room by this time;) “the dear innocent! with and the bringing-up from the nest and by hand that pretty purple mark on its cheek.”

of all sorts of singing-birds. Likewise he dealt “ Which so the mother has, if you remember, in dog-physic and birdlime, and “salt-cats" for ma'am,” chimed in another, “showing still on pigeons. The only cupboard in the room was her poor dead face, white as wax-work." crammed with these sort of things, as was the

When the woman said this, my father suddenly fireplace; and at all sides underneath the bedraised his head and gave such a start that it was stead strange shapes in wood and wire-work proa wonder the baby in its blanket did not roll off truded. You could not see pots or brushes about, his lap and fall to the ground. As though it was but that painting was carried on in the room, you of no account at all, he bundled it into Mrs. Jen- could smell beyond a doubt. kins's arms, and turned on the woman, with his My father, however, was not an over-nice perswollen eyes flashing

son. Had the bedstead been the handsomest “Let me get out of this !” said he. What mahogany four-poster ever built, instead of one d'ye mean by it ? Ain't I tormented enough of the commonest scissor-pattern; had the bed with what's a-passing in my mind, without all of been down instead of cotton flock, and the counyou pecking and jawing at me? Don't you think terpane quilted satin in place of faded patchthat I knowed all about the bruise on her cheek, work; had the apartment been spacious and lofty, that you must twit me about it? Look here! instead of small and of a decidedly cupboardy If I could wash out that mark with the blood odour, my father could not have rested a bit betout of the hand that made it-with this handter than he did, which was not at all. I'd chop it off now before your eyes. But it's Old Jenkins's prognostication, that if my father there, and it'll have to stop ; and it's there, could not sleep he would be benefited by a spell (pointing to the baby,) and there it will have to of quiet, did not come true. While the people in stop, too, staring me in the face all my life. the house were still up and about, while footsteps Ain't that punishment enough, don't you think? up and down the stairs might be heard, and the If you don't

, you should feel it. Lord send you street cries out in Turnmill Street continued, he could feel for a minute what I've been feeling all lay quiet enough ; and had it not been for his through this blessed night! It would teach you fidgeting and tossing his arms about, and the odd better, I'll wager.

noises he from time to time made with his lips, I And having said all this, very quick and very should have thought that he was asleep. Not loud, my father sank down on his chair again, that I wanted him to go to sleep. I lay quiet too, and hid his face on his arms, which rested on the but I was painfully broad awake, and could distable, as though he wauted no further talk with tinctly make out the creaking of the axletree of anybody. The company did not appear to be the squirrel's cylinder in the front room, and the in a hurry to take the hint; but after an awk-1 clawing of its feet against the wires. I was a

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