What Will He Do With It, Book 3.

tune with it, leaving behind him a trap to catch rat

t heart, as Waife and Sophy gently contrived to do. In short, in a very few days he became perfectly accustomed and extremely attached to them. When Waife had ascertained the extent of his accomplishments, and added somewhat to their range in matters which cost no great trouble, he applied himself to the task of composing a little drama whi

able, for when there was only a fragment to be found of a cup and a fragment or two of a saucer, he united them both into some pretty form, which, if not useful, at all events looked well on a shelf. He bound, in smart showy papers, sundry tattered old books which had belonged to his landlady's defunct husband, a Scotch gardener, and which she displayed on a side table, under the japan tea-tray. More than all, he was of service to her in her vocation; for Mrs. Saunders eked out a small pension-which she derived from the affectionate providence of her Scotch husband, i

persons, however, who might have a good stock of talent, if they did not turn it all into small change. And you, reader, know as well as I do, that when a sovereign or a shilling is once broken into, the change scatters and disp

granted, was worthy of his owners. But the Comedian did not confide to her his dog's learning, nor the use to which he designed to put it. And in still great

ed, as yours are now, above the reach of claws and teeth. Some day or other I may so raise a coop for that little one: I

stood long at her threshold watching the three, as the early sun lit their forms receding in the narrow

beam from your panes. Poor Mrs. Saunders! in vain she sought to rouse herself, to put the rooms to rights, to attend to the chickens to distract her thoughts. The one- eyed cripple, the little girl, the shaggy-faced dog, still haunted her; and when at noon she dined all alone off the remnants of the last night's social supper, the very cl

ma'am-your name 's S

oor people, whatever their grief, must sel

The fact is, that I call to make some

closed hermetically; the last warning of Waife revibrated in

I ha'n't n

tely, eh? a crippled elde

mbering that she was told less to deny facts than to send inquirers upon wrong

ption left the place several days ago, and had been seen by a boy, who was tending sheep, to come down the lane to your house, and you were supposed to have lodgers (you take lodgers someti

evidence" set doubly on her guard. "I did see a gentleman such as you mention, and a pretty young

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nno

kely. By the tr

ot, I

conveying this card to Mr. Waife. My employer, ma'am, Mr. Gotobed, Craven Street, St

had the ignorance to deem a lawyer was the most emphatically devouring, she congratulated h

nodded, went his way, and regained the fly which he had left at the turnstile. "Back t

o inquiry, on the whole, could have been more skilfully conducted. Mr. Gotobed sends his head clerk; the head clerk employs the policeman of th

bed. "Give me the heads in writing, that I may report to my distinguished client.