My Doggie and I by Robert Michael Ballantyne
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Date: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

My Doggie and I — by R.M. Ballantyne - Chapter I.My Doggie and I  by R.M.

Ballantyne

Chapter One.

Explains Itself.

I possess a doggie  not a dog, observe, but a doggie. If he had been a dog I would not have presumed to intrude him on your notice. A dog is all very well in his way  one of the noblest of animals, I admit, and pre-eminently fitted to be the companion of man, for he has an affectionate nature, which man demands, and a forgiving disposition, which man needs  but a dog, with all his noble qualities, is not to be compared to a doggie.

My doggie is unquestionably the most charming, and, in every way, delightful doggie that ever was born. My sister has a baby, about which she raves in somewhat similar terms, but of course that is ridiculous, for her baby differs in no particular from ordinary babies, except, perhaps, in the matter of violent weeping, of which it is fond; whereas my doggie is unique, a perfectly beautiful and singular specimen of  of well, I wont say what, because my friends usually laugh at me when I say it, and I dont like to be laughed at.

Freely admit that you dont at once perceive the finer qualities, either mental or physical, of my doggie, partly owing to the circumstance that he is shapeless and hairy. The former quality is not prepossessing, while the latter tends to veil the amiable expression of his countenance and the lustre of his speaking eyes. But as you come to know him he grows upon you; your feelings are touched, your affections stirred, and your love is finally evoked. As he resembles a door-mat, or rather a scrap of very ragged door-mat, and has an amiable spirit, I have called him Dumps. I should not be surprised if you did not perceive any connection here. You are not the first who has failed to see it; I never saw it myself.

When I first met Dumps he was scurrying towards me along a sequestered country lane. It was in the Dog Days. Dust lay thick on the road; the creatures legs were remarkably short though active, and his hair being long he swept up the dust in clouds as he ran. He was yelping, and I observed that one or two stones appeared to be racing with, or after, him. The voice of an angry man also seemed to chase him, but the owner of the voice was at the moment concealed by a turn in the lane, which was bordered by high stone-walls.

Hydrophobia, of course, flashed into my mind. I grasped my stick and drew close to the wall. The hairy whirlwind, if I may so call it, came wildly on, but instead of passing me, or snapping at my legs as I had expected, it stopped and crawled towards me in a piteous; supplicating manner that at once disarmed me.

If the creature had lain still, I should have been unable to distinguish its head from its tail; but as one end of him whined, and the other wagged, I had no difficulty.

Stooping down with caution, I patted the end that whined, whereupon the end that wagged became violently demonstrative. Just then the owner of the voice came round the corner. He was a big, rough fellow, in ragged garments, and armed with a thick stick, which he seemed about to fling at the little dog, when I checked him with a shout

Youd better not, my man, unless you want your own head broken!

You see I am a pretty well-sized man myself, and, as I felt confidence in my strength, my stick, and the goodness of my cause, I was bold.

What dyou mean by ill-treating the little dog? I demanded sternly, as I stepped up to the man.

A cove may do as he likes with his own, maynt he? answered the man, with a sulky scowl.

A cove may do nothing of the sort, said I indignantly, for cruelty to dumb animals always has the effect of inclining me to fight, though I am naturally of a peaceable disposition. There is an Act of Parliament, I continued, which goes by the honoured name of Martin, and if you venture to infringe that Act Ill have you taken up and prosecuted.

While I was speaking I observed a peculiar leer on the mans face, which I could not account for. He appeared, however, to have been affected by my threats, for he ceased to scowl, and assumed a deferential air as he replied, Vell, sir, it do seem raither ard that a cove should be blowed up for kindness.

Kindness! I exclaimed, in surprise.

Ay, kindness, sir. That there hanimal loves me, it do, like a brother, an the love is mootooal. Veve lived together now  off an on  for the matter o six months. Vell, I gits employment in a factory about fifteen miles from here, in which no dogs is allowed. In coorse, I cant throw up my sitivation, sir, can I?

Neither can my doggie give up his master wot hes so fond of, so Im obleeged to leave im in charge of a friend, with stric orders to keep im locked up till Im fairly gone. Vell, off I goes, but he manages to escape, an runs arter me.

Now, wot can a feller do but drive im ome with sticks an stones, though it do go to my eart to do it? but if he goes to the factory hes sure to be shot, or scragged, or drownded, or somethink; so you see, sir, its out o pure kindness Im a peltin of im.

Confess that I felt somewhat doubtful of the truth of this story; but, in order to prevent any expression of my face betraying me, I stooped and patted the dog while the man spoke. It received my attentions with evident delight. A thought suddenly flashed on me:

Will you sell your little dog? I asked.

Vy, sir, he replied, with some hesitation, I dont quite like to do that.

Hes such a pure breed, and  and hes so fond o me.

But have you not told me that you are obliged to part with him?

I thought the man looked puzzled for a moment, but only for a moment. Turning to me with a bland smile, he said, Ah, sir I thats just where it is. I am obleeged to part with him, but I aint obleeged to sell him. If I ony part with im, my friend keeps im for me, and we may meet again, but if I sell im, hes gone for ever! Dont you see? Howsever, if you wants im wery bad, Ill do it on one consideration.

And that is?

That youll be good to im.

I began to think I had misjudged the man. Whats his name? I asked.

Again for one moment there was that strange, puzzled look in the mans face, but it passed, and he turned with another of his bland smiles.

His name, sir? Ah, his name? He aint got no name, sir!

No name! I exclaimed, in surprise.

No, sir; I object to givin dogs names on principle. Its too much like treatin them as if they wos Christians; and, you know, they couldnt be Christians if they wanted to ever so much. Besides, wotever name you gives em, there must be so many other dogs with the same name, that you stand a chance o
the wrong dog comin to e ven you calls.

Thats a strange reason. How then do you call him to you?

Vy, wen I wants im I shouts Hi, or Hallo, or I vistles.

Indeed, said I, somewhat amused by the humour of the fellow; and what do you ask for him?

Fi pun ten, an hes dirt cheap at that, was the quick reply.

Come, come, my man, you know the dog is not worth that.

Not worth it, sir! he replied, with an injured look; I tell you hes cheap at that. Look at his breedin, and then think of his affectionate natur. Is the affections to count for nuffin?

Admitted that the affections were worth money, though it was generally understood that they could not be purchased, but still objected to the price, until the man said in a confidential tone

Vell, come, sir, since you do express such a deal o love for im, and promise to be so good to im, Ill make a sacrifice and let you ave im for three pun ten  come!

Gave in, and walked off, with my purchase leaping joyfully at my heels.

The man chuckled a good deal after receiving the money, but I took no notice of that at the time, though I thought a good deal about it afterwards.

Ah! little did I think, as Dumps and I walked home that day, of the depth of the attachment that was to spring up between us, the varied experiences of life we were destined to have together, and the important influence he was to exercise on my career.

Forgot to mention that my name is Mellon  John Mellon. Dumps knows my name as well as he knows his own.

On reaching home, Dumps displayed an evidence of good breeding, which convinced me that he could not have spent all his puppyhood in company with the man from whom I had bought him. He wiped his feet on the door-mat with great vigour before entering my house, and also refused to pass in until I led the way.

Now, Dumps, said I, seating myself on the sofa in my solitary room (I was a bachelor at the time  a medical student, just on the point of completing my course), come here, and let us have a talk.

To my surprise, the doggie came promptly forward, sat down on his hind-legs, and looked up into my face. I was touched by this display of ready confidence. A confiding nature has always been to me powerfully attractive, whether in child, cat, or dog. I brushed the shaggy hair from his face in order to see his eyes.

They were moist, and intensely black. So was the point of his nose.

You seem to be an affectionate doggie, Dumps.

A portion of hair  scarce worthy the name of tail  wagged as I spoke, and he attempted to lick my fingers, but I prevented this by patting his head. I have an unconquerable aversion to licking. Perhaps having received more than an average allowance, in another sense, at school, may account for my dislike to it  even from a dog!

Now, Dumps, I continued, you and I are to be good friends. Ive bought you 
for a pretty large sum too, let me tell you  from a man who, I am quite sure, treated you ill, and I intend to show you what good treatment is; but there are two things I mean to insist on, and it is well that we should understand each other at the outset of our united career. You must never bark at my friends 
not even at my enemies  when they come to see me, and you must not beg at meals. Dyou understand?

The way in which that shaggy creature cocked its ears and turned its head from side to side slowly, and gazed with its lustrous eyes while I was speaking, went far to convince me it really did understand what I said. Of course it only wagged its rear tuft of hair in reply, and whimpered slightly.

Refer to its rear tuft advisedly, because, at a short distance, my doggie, when in repose, resembled an elongated and shapeless mass; but, when roused by a call or otherwise, three tufts of hair instantly sprang up  two at one end, and one at the other end  indicating his ears and tail. It was only by these signs that I could ascertain at any time his exact position.

I was about to continue my remarks to Dumps when the door opened and my landlady appeared bearing the dinner tray.

Oh! I beg parding, sir, she said, drawing back, I didnt ear your voice, sir, till the door was open, an I thought you was alone, but I can come back a

Come in, Mrs Miff. There is nobody here but my little dog  one that I have just bought, a rather shaggy terrier  what do you think of him?

Do e bite, sir? inquired Mrs Miff, in some anxiety, as she passed round the table at a respectful distance from Dumps.

I think not. He seems an amiable creature, said I, patting his head. Do you ever bite, Dumps?

Well, sir, I never feel quite easy, rejoined Mrs Miff in a doubtful tone, as she laid my cloth, with, as it were, one eye ever on the alert: you never
knows wen these airy creatures is goin to fly at you. If you could see their heyes you might ave a guess what they was a thinkin of; an then it is so orkard not knowin wich end of the airy bundle is the bitin end, you cant help bein nervish a little.

Having finished laying the cloth, Mrs Miff backed out of the room after the manner of attendants on royalty, overturning two chairs with her skirts as she went, and showing her full front to the enemy. But the enemy gave no sign, good or bad. All the tufts were down flat, and he stood motionless while Mrs Miff retreated.

Dumps, what do you think of Mrs Miff?

The doggie ran to me at once, and we engaged in a little further conversation until my landlady returned with the viands. To my surprise Dumps at once walked sedately to the hearth-rug, and lay down thereon, with his chin on his paws  at least I judged so from the attitude, for I could see neither chin nor paws.

This act I regarded as another evidence of good breeding. He was not a beggar, and, therefore, could not have spent his childhood with the man from whom I had bought him.

I wish you could speak, Dumps, said I, laying down my knife and fork, when about half finished, and looking towards the hearth-rug.

One end of him rose a little, the other end wagged gently, but as I made no further remark, both ends subsided.

Now, Dumps, said I, finishing my meal with a draught of water, which is my favourite beverage, you must not suppose that you have got a greedy master; though I dont allow begging. There, sir, is your corner, where you shall always have the remnants of my dinner  come.

The dog did not move until I said, come. Then, with a quick rush he made for the plate, and very soon cleared it.

Well, you have been well trained, said I, regarding him with interest; such conduct is neither the result of instinct nor accident, and sure am I, the more I think of it, that the sulky fellow who sold you to me was not your tutor; but, as you cant speak, I shall never find out your history, so, Dumps, Ill dismiss the subject.

Saying this, I sat down to the newspaper with which I invariably solaced myself for half an hour after dinner, before going out on my afternoon rounds.

This was the manner in which my doggie and I began our acquaintance, and I have been thus particular in recounting the details, because they bear in a special manner on some of the most important events of my life.

Being, as already mentioned, a medical student, and having almost completed my course of study, I had undertaken to visit in one of the poorest districts in London  in the neighbourhood of Whitechapel; partly for the purpose of gaining experience in my profession, and partly for the sake of carrying the Word of Life  the knowledge of the Saviour  into some of the many homes where moral as well as physical disease is rife.

Leanings and inclinations are inherited not less than bodily peculiarities. My father had a particular tenderness for poor old women of the lowest class. So have I. When I see a bowed, aged, wrinkled, white-haired, feeble woman in rags and dirt, a gush of tender pity almost irresistibly inclines me to go and pat her head, sit down beside her, comfort her, and give her money. It matters not what her antecedents may have been. Worthy or unworthy, there she stands now, with age, helplessness, and a hopeless temporal future, pleading more eloquently in her behalf than could the tongue of man or angel. True, the same plea is equally applicable to poor old men, but, reader, I write not at present of principles so much as of feelings. My weakness is old women!

Accordingly, on my professional visiting list  I had at that time a considerable number of these. One of them, who was uncommonly small, unusually miserable, and pathetically feeble, lay heavy on my spirit just then. She had a remarkably bad cold at the time, which betrayed itself chiefly in a frequent, but feeble, sneeze.

As I rose to go out, and looked at my doggie  who was, or seemed to be, asleep on the rug  a sudden thought occurred to me.

That poor old creature, I muttered, is very lonely in her garret; a little dog might comfort her. Perhaps  but no. Dumps, you are too lively for her, too bouncing. She would require something feeble and affectionate, like herself.

Come, Ill think of that. So, my doggie, you shall keep watch here until I return.

Chapter Two.

Introduces a Young Hero.

The day had become very sultry by the time I went out to visit my patients. The sky was overcast with dark thunderous clouds, and, as there seemed every chance of a heavy shower, I returned to my lodgings for an umbrella.

Oh, Mr Mellon! exclaimed my landlady, as I entered the lobby, was there ever a greater blessin  oh!—

Why, whats the matter, Mrs Miff?

Oh, sir! that orrid little dog as you brought as gone mad!

Is that the blessing you refer to, Mrs Miff?

No, sir; but your comin back is, for the creetur as bin rampagin round the room, an yellin like a thing possessed by demons. Im so glad youve come!

Feeling sure that the little dog, unaccustomed, perhaps, to be left alone in a strange place, was merely anxious to be free, I at once went to my room-door and opened it. Dumps bounced out, and danced joyfully round me. Mrs Miff fled in deadly silence to her own bedroom, where she locked and bolted herself in.

Dumps, said I, with a laugh, I shall have to take you with me at the risk of losing you. Perhaps the memory of the feed Ive given you, and the hope of another, may keep you by me. Come, we shall see.

My doggie behaved much better than I had anticipated. He did indeed stop at several butchers shops during our walk, and looked inquiringly in. He also evinced a desire to enter into conversation with one or two other sociable dogs, but the briefest chirp or whistle brought him at once obediently to my heel, just as if he had known and obeyed me all his life.

When we reached the poorer parts of the city, I observed that the free-and-easy swagger, and the jaunty hopping of each hind-leg alternately, gave place to a sedate walk and a wary turn of the head, which suggested keen suspicious glances of the unseen eyes.

Ah! thought I, evidently he has suffered hardships and bad treatment in places like this.

I stooped and patted his head. He drew closer to me, as if seeking protection.

Just then a low grumbling of thunder was heard, and soon after the rain came down so heavily that, the umbrella forming an insufficient protection, Dumps and I sought shelter in the mouth of an alley. The plump was short-lived, and the little knots of people who had sought shelter along with us melted quickly away.

My doggies aspect was not improved by this shower. It had caused his hairy coat to cling to his form, producing a drowned-rat aspect which was not becoming; but a short run and some vigorous shakes soon restored his rotundity.

In a few minutes thereafter we reached a narrow square or court at the end of a very dirty locality, in one corner of which was a low public-house. Through the half-open swing-door could be seen the usual melancholy crowd of unhappy creatures who had either already come under the full influence and curse of strong drink, or were far on the road to ruin. It was a sight with which I had become so familiar that, sad though it was, I scarce gave it a thought in passing. My mind was occupied with the poor old woman I was about to visit, and I would have taken no further notice of the grog-shop in question if the door had not opened violently, and a dirty ragged street-boy, or waif, apparently about eight or nine years of age, rushed out with a wild cry that may be described as a compound cheer-and-yell. He came out in such blind haste that he ran his ragged head with great violence against my side, and almost overturned me.

Hallo, youngster! I exclaimed sternly.

Hallo, oldster! he replied, in a tone of the most insolent indignation, wot ever do you mean by runnin agin my ead like that? Haint you got no genteel boys in the West-end to butt agin, that you come all the way to Vitechapel to butt agin me? Ive a good mind to and you over to the pleece. Come, you owes me a copper for that.

The ineffable insolence of this waif took me quite by surprise. He spoke with extreme volubility, and assumed the commanding air of a man of six-feet-four, though only a boy of four-feet-six. I observed, however, that he kept at a sufficient distance to make sure of escaping in the event of my trying to seize him.

Come, said I, with a smile, I think you rather owe me a copper for giving me such a punch in the ribs.

Vell, I dont mind lookin at it in that light, he replied, returning my smile. I vill give you a copper, ony I haint got change. You wouldnt mind comin into this ere grog-shop while I git change, would you? Or if youll lend me a sixpence Ill go in and git it for you.

No, said I, putting my fingers into my waistcoat pocket; but here is a sixpence for you, which you may keep, and never mind the change, if youll walk along the streets with me a bit.

The urchin held out his dirty hand, and I put the coin into it. He smiled, tossed the sixpence, caught it deftly, and transferred it to his right trousers pocket.

Vell, you are a rum un. But I say, all square? No dodges? Honour bright?

No dodges. Honour bright, I replied.

Come along.

At this point my attention was attracted by a sudden change in the behaviour of Dumps. He went cautiously towards the boy, and snuffed as him for a moment.

I say, is he wicious? he asked, backing a little.

I think not, but

I was checked in my speech by the little dog uttering a whine of delight and suddenly dancing round the boy, wagging its tail violently, and indeed wriggling its whole shapeless body with joy; as some dogs are wont to do when they meet with an old friend unexpectedly.

Why, he seems to know you, said I, in surprise.

Vell, he do seem to ave ad the honour of my acquaintance someow, returned the boy, whose tone of banter quickly passed away. What dee call im?

Dumps, said I.

That wont do. Has he a vite spot on the bridge of is nose? asked the boy earnestly.

I really cannot tell. It is not long

Here, Punch, come here! called the boy, interrupting.

At the name of Punch my doggie became so demonstrative in his affections that he all but leaped into the boys arms, whined lovingly, and licked his dirty face all over.

The wery dog, said the boy, after looking at his nose; only growed so big that his own mother wouldnt know im.  Vy, where ave you bin all this long while, Punch?

Dyou mean to say that you know the dog, and that his name is Punch?

Vell, you are green. Wouldnt any cove with half an eye see that the dog knows me, an so, in course, I must know him? An ven I called im Punch didnt he answer?  hey?

I was obliged to admit the truth of these remarks. After the first ebullition of joy at the meeting was over, we went along the street together.

Then the dog is yours? said I as we went along.

No, he aint mine. He was mine once  ven he was a pup, but I sold im to a young lady for  a wery small sum.

For how much? I asked.

For five bob. Yes  ony five bob! I axed vun pound, but the young lady was so pleasant an pritty that I come down to ten bob. Then she said she was poor 
and to tell ee the plain truth she looked like it  an she wanted the pup so bad that I come down to five.

And who was this young lady?

Blowd if I knows. She went off wi my Punch, an I never sawd em more.

Then you dont know what induced her to sell Punch to a low fellow  but of course you know nothing about that, said I, in a musing tone, as I thought of the strange manner in which this portion of my doggies history had come to light, but I was recalled from my reverie by the contemptuous tones of my little companions voice, as he said

But I do know something about that.

Oh, indeed! I thought you said you never saw the young lady again.

No more I did. Neither did I ever see Punch again till to-day, but I know for certain that my young lady never sold no dog wotsomedever to no low feller as ever walked in shoe leather or out of it!

Ah, I see, said I slowly, you mean

Yes, out with it, thats just wot I do mean  that the low feller prigged the pup from her, an I ony vish as I ad a grip of his ugly nose, and Id draw it out from his uglier face, I would, like the small end of a telescope, and then shut it up flat again  so flat that youd never know hed had no nose at all!

My little sharp-witted companion then willingly gave me an account of all he knew about the early history of my doggie.

The story was not long, but it began, so to speak, at the beginning.

Punch, or Dumps, as I continued to call him, had been born in a dry water-butt which stood in a back yard near the Thames. This yard was, or had been, used for putting away lumber.

It was a queer place, said my little companion, looking up in my face with a droll expression  a sort o place that, when once you had gone into it, you was sure to wish you hadnt. Talk o the blues, sir; I do assure you that wen I used to go into that yard of a night it gave me the black-an-blues, it did.

There was a mouldiness an a soppiness about it that beat the katticombs all to sticks. It looked like a place that some rubbish had bin flung into in the days before Adam an Eve was born, an ad been forgotten tee-totally from that time to this. Oh, it was awful! Used to make my marrow screw up into lumps wen I was used to go there.

But why did you go there at all if you disliked it so much? I asked.

Vy? because I adnt got no better place to go to. I was used to sleep there. I slep in the self-same water-butt where Punch was born. Thats ow I come to scrape acquaintance with im. Id bin away from ome in the country for a weeks slidin.

A weeks what?

Slidin. Dont you know what sliding on the ice is?

Oh!  yes. Are you very fund of that?

I should think I was  wen my boots are good enough to stick on, but they aint always that, and then Ive got to slide under difficulties. Sometimes Im out o boots an shoes altogether, in vich case slidins impossible; but I can look on and slide in spirit, vich is better than nuffin. But, as I was sayin
wen you ad the bad manners to interrupt me, I ad bin away from ome for a week

Excuse my interrupting you again, but where is your home, may I ask?

You may ask, but it ud puzzle me to answer for I aint got no ome, unless I may say that London is my ome. I come an go where I pleases, so longs I dont worrit nobody. I sleep where I like, if the bobbies dont get their eyes on me wen Im agoin to bed, an I heat wotever comes in my way if it aint too tough. In winter I sleeps in a lodgin ouse wen I can but as it costs thrippence a night, I finds it too expensive, an usually prefers a railway arch, or a corner in Covent Garden Market, under a cart or a barrow, or inside of a empty sugar-barrel  anywhere so longs Im let alone; but what with the rain, the wind, the cold, and the bobbies, I may be said to sleep under difficulties. Vell, as I was agoin to say wen

Excuse me once more  what is your name? said I.

Haint got no name.

No name! Come, you are joking. What is your fathers name?

Haint got no father  never ad, as I knows on, nor mother neither, nor brother, nor sister, nor aunt, nor wife  not even a mother-in-law. Im a unit in creation, I is  as I once heerd a school-board buffer say wen he was luggin me along to school; but he was too green, that buffer was, for a school-boarder. I gave im the slip at the corner of Watling Street, an theyve never bin able to cotch me since.

But you must be known by some name, said I. What do your companions call you?

They call me bad names, as a rule. Some o the least offensive among em are Monkey-face, Screwnose, Cheeks, Squeaker, Roundeyes, and Slidder. I prefers the last myself, an ginerally answers to it. But, as I was agoin to say, Id bin away for a veek, an wen I comed ome

To which part of home? for London is a wide word, you know, I said.

Now, sir, if you go for to interrupt me like that Ill ave to charge a bob for this here valk; I couldnt stand it for sixpence.

Come, Slidder, dont be greedy.

Vell, sir, if you got as many kicks as I do, and as few hapence, praps youd be greedy too.

Perhaps I should, my boy, said I, in a gentle tone. But come, I will give you an extra sixpence if we get along well. Lets have the rest of your story; I wont interrupt again.

It aint my story, its Punchs story, returned the waif, as he stooped to pat the gratified doggie. Vell, wen I comd ome it was lateish and I was tired, besides bein ungry; so I goes right off to my water-butt, intendin to go to bed as usual, but no sooner did I put my head in, than out came a most awful growl. The butt lay on its side, and I backed out double quick just in time, for a most orrible-lookin terrier dog rushed at me. Bein used to dogs, I wasnt took by surprise, but fetched it a clip with one o my feet in its ribs that sent it staggerin to the palin o the yard. It found a hole, bolted through, scurried up the lane yellin, and I never sawd it more! This was Punchs mother. On goin into the butt afterwards I found three dead pups and one alive, so I pitched the dead ones away an shoved the live one into the breast of my coat, where he slep till mornin. At first I ad a mind to drown the pup, but it looked so comfortable an playful, an was such a queer critter, that I called him Punch, an became a father to im. I got him bones an other bits o
grub, an kep im in the water-butt for three veeks. Then he began to make a noise ven I left him; so, bein sure the bobbies would rout im out at last, I took im an sold im to the first pleasant lady that seemed to fancy im.

Well, Slidder, said I, as we turned down into the mean-looking alley where Mrs Willis, my little old woman, dwelt, I am greatly interested in what you have told me about my little dog, and I am interested still more in what you have told me about yourself. Now, I want you to do me a favour. I wish you to go with me to visit an old woman, and, after that, to walk home with me  part of the way, at least.

The boy, whose pinched, hunger-smitten face had an expression of almost supernatural intelligence on it, bestowed on me a quick, earnest glance.

No dodges? Honour bright? You aint a school-board buffer? he asked.

No dodges. Honour bright, I replied, with a smile.

Vell, then, heave ahead, an Ill foller.

We passed quickly down to the lower end of the alley, which seemed to lose itself in a wretched court that appeared as if it intended to slip into the river  an intention which, if carried out, would have vastly improved its sanitary condition. Here, in a somewhat dark corner of the court, I entered an open door, ascended a flight of stairs, and gained a second landing. At the farthest extremity of the passage I stopped at a door and knocked. Several of the other doors of the passage opened, and various heads were thrust out, while inquisitive eyes surveyed me and my companion. A short survey seemed to suffice, for the doors were soon shut, one after another, with a bang, but the door at which I knocked did not open.

Lifting the latch, I entered, and observed that Mrs Willis was seated by the window, looking wistfully out. Being rather deaf, she had not heard my knock.

Come in, I whispered to little Slidder, sit down on this stool near the door, and keep quiet until I speak to you.

So saying, I advanced to the window. The view was not interesting. It consisted of the side of a house; about three feet distant, down which ran a water-spout, or drain-pipe, which slightly relieved the dead look of the bricks. From one pane of the window it was possible, by squeezing your cheek against it, to obtain a perspective view of chimney-pots. By a stretch of the neck upwards you could see more chimney pots. By a stretch of imagination you could see cats quarrelling around them,  or anything else you pleased!

Sitting down on a rickety chair beside the little old woman, I touched her gently on the shoulder. She had come to know my touch by that time, I think, for she looked round with a bright little smile.

Chapter Onell.

Treats of an Old Heroine.

It was pleasant yet sad to observe the smile with which old Mrs Willis greeted me  pleasant, because it proved that she was rejoiced to see me; sad, because it was not quite in keeping with the careworn old face whose set wrinkles it deranged.

I knew you would come. You never miss the day, she said, both words and tone showing that she had fallen from a much higher position in the social scale.

It costs me little to visit you once a week, dear Mrs Willis, I replied, and it gives me great pleasure; besides, I am bound by the laws of the Society which grants your annuity to call personally and pay it. I only wish it were a larger sum.

Large enough; more than I deserve, said the old woman in a low tone, as she gazed somewhat vacantly at the dead wall opposite, and let her eyes slowly descend the spout.

The view was not calculated to distract or dissipate the mind. The bricks were so much alike that the eye naturally sought and reposed on or followed the salient feature. Having descended the spout as far as the window-sill permitted, the eyes of Mrs Willis slowly reascended as far as possible, and then turned with a meek expression to my face. More than I deserve, she repeated, and almost as much as I require. It is very kind of the Society to give it, and of you to bring it. May God bless you both! Ah, doctor! Im often puzzled by  eh!

Whats that?

The sudden question, anxiously asked, was accompanied by a feeble attempt to gather her poor garments close round her feet as Dumps sniffed at her skirts and agitated his ridiculous tail.

Its only my dog, granny,  I had of late adopted this term of endearment; a very quiet well-behaved creature, I assure you, that seems too amiable to bite.

Why, he appears to have a tendency to claim acquaintance with everybody. I do believe he knows you!

No, no, he doesnt. Put him out; pray put him out said the old woman, in alarm.

Grieved that I had unintentionally roused her fear, I opened the door and called Dumps. My doggie rose, with his three indicators erect and expectant.

Go out, sir, and lie down!

The indicators slowly drooped, and Dumps crawled past in abject humility.

Shutting the door, I returned.

I hope you dont dislike little boys as well as little dogs, granny, because I have brought one to wait for me here. You wont mind his sitting at the door until I go?

No, no! said Mrs Willis quickly; I like little boys  when  when theyre good, she added, after a pause.

Say Im one o the good sort, sir, suggested Slidder, in a hoarse whisper. Of course, it aint true, but wot o that, if it relieves her mind?

Taking no notice of this remark, I again sat down beside my old woman.

What were you going to say about being puzzled, granny?

Puzzled, doctor! did I say I was puzzled?

Yes, but pray dont call me doctor. Im not quite fledged yet, you know. Call me Mellon, or John. Well, you were saying

Oh, I remember. I was only going to say that Ive been puzzled a good deal of late by that text in which David says, I have never seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging bread. Now, my father and mother were both good Christians, and, although I cannot claim to be a good one myself, I do claim to be a poor follower of Jesus. Yet here am I

She paused.

Well, granny, said I, are you forsaken?

Nay, John, God forbid that I should say so; but am I not a beggar? Ah pride, pride, you are hard to kill!

Are you a beggar? I asked in a tone of surprise. When did you beg last, granny?

Is not a recipient of charity a beggar?

No, I replied stoutly, he is not. A solicitor of charity is a beggar, but a recipient thereof is not. In your case it was I who was the beggar. Do you not remember when I found you first, without a crust in the house, how I had to beg and entreat you to allow me to put your name on this charity, and how you persistently refused, until at last I did it without your consent; and how, eventually, you gave in only when I charged you with pride? You are not forsaken, granny, and you are not a beggar.

Brayvo, doctor! you have er there! came in a soft whisper from the door.

For a moment I felt tempted to turn the boy out, as I had turned out the dog; but, seeing that my old woman had not overheard the remark, I took no notice of it.

You have put the matter in a new light John, said Mrs Willis slowly, as her eyes once more sought the spout. You often put things in new lights, and there does seem some truth in what you say. It did hurt my pride at first, but Im gettin used to it now. Besides, continued the old lady, with a deep sigh, that trouble and everything else is swallowed up in the great sorrow of my life.

Ah! you refer to your granddaughter, I suppose, said I in a tone of profound sympathy. You have never told me about her, dear granny. If it is not too painful a subject to speak of, I should like to hear about her. When did she die?

Die! exclaimed Mrs Willis with a burst of energy that surprised me  she did not die! She left me many, many months ago, it seems like years now. My Edie went out one afternoon to walk, like a beautiful sunbeam as she always was, and  and  she never came back!

Never came back! I echoed, in surprise.

No  never. I was not able to walk then, any more than now, else I would have ranged London all round, day and night, for my darling. As it was, a kind city missionary made inquiries at all the police-offices, and everywhere else he could think of, but no clew could be gained as to what had become of her. At last he got wearied out and gave it up. No wonder; he had never seen Edie, and could not love her as I did. Once he thought he had discovered her. The body of a poor girl had been found in the river, which he thought answered to her description. I thought so too when he told me what she was like, and at once concluded she had tumbled in by accident and been drowned  for, you see, my Edie was good and pure and true. She could not have committed suicide unless her mind had become deranged, and there was nothing that I knew of to bring about that. They got me with much trouble into a cab, and drove me to the place. Ah!

the poor thing  she was fair and sweet to look upon, with her curling brown hair and a smile still on the parted lips, as if she had welcomed Death; but she was not my Edie. For months and months after that I waited and waited, feeling sure that she would come. Then I was forced to leave my lodging. The landlord wanted it himself. I begged that he would let me remain, but he would not. He was a hard-hearted, dissipated man. I took another lodging, but it was a long way off, and left my name and new address at the old one. My heart sank after that, and  and Ive no hope now  no hope. My darling must have met with an accident in this terrible city. She must have been killed, and will never come back to me.

The poor creature uttered a low wail, and put a handkerchief to her old eyes.

But, bless the Lord! she added in a more cheerful tone, I will go to her 
soon.

For some minutes I knew not what to say in reply, by way of comforting my poor old friend. The case seemed indeed so hopeless. I could only press her hand. But my nature is naturally buoyant, and ready to hope against hope, even when distress assails myself.

Do not say there is no hope, granny, said I at last, making an effort to be cheerful. You know that with God all things are possible. It may be that this missionary did not go the right way to work in his search, however good his intentions might have been. I confess I cannot imagine how it is possible that any girl should disappear in this way, unless she had deliberately gone off with some one.

No, John, my Edie would not have left me thus of her own free will, said the old woman, with a look of assurance which showed that her mind was immovably fixed as to that point.

Well, then, I continued, loving you as you say she did, and being incapable of leaving you deliberately and without a word of explanation, it follows that 
that

I stopped, for at this point no plausible reason for the girls disappearance suggested itself.

It follows that she must have been killed, said the old woman in a low broken tone.

No, granny, I will not admit that.  Come, cheer up; I will do my best to make inquiries about her, and as I have had considerable experience in making investigations among the poor of London, perhaps I may fall on some clew. She would be sure to have made inquiries, would she not, at your old lodging, if she had felt disposed to return?

Felt disposed! repeated Mrs Willis, with a strange laugh. If she could return, you mean.

Well  if she could, said I.

No doubt she would; but soon after I left my old lodging the landlord fled the country, and other people came to the house, who were troubled by my sending so often to inquire. Then my money was all expended, and I had to quit my second lodging, and came here, which is far, far from the old lodging, and now I have no one to send.

Have you any friends in London? I asked.

No. We had come from York to try to find teaching for my darling, for we could get none in our native town, and we had not been long enough in London to make new friends when  when  she went away. My dear Ann and Willie, her mother and father, died last year, and now we have no near relations in the world.

Shall I read to you, granny? said I, feeling that no words of mine could do much to comfort one in so sad a case.

She readily assented. I was in the habit of reading and praying with her during these visits. I turned, without any definite intention of doing so, to the words, Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. I cannot tell why, but I paused here instead of reading on, or commenting on the words.

The old woman looked earnestly at me.

These words, she said, have been in my mind all yesterday and the day before.

I have been greatly comforted by them, because He is faithful who has promised. Pray over them, John; dont read any more.

I knelt by the poor womans chair; she could not kneel with me in body, though she did in spirit, I doubt not. I had quite forgotten Slidder, but, on rising, observed that he had followed my example and gone down on his knees.

Were you praying with us, Slidder? I asked, after we left Mrs Willis, and were walking up the alley, followed by Dumps.

Dun know, sir; Ive never heard nor seen nuffin o this sort before. In coorse Ive heard the missionaries sometimes, a-hollerin about the streets, but I never worrited myself about them. I say, doctor, thats a rum go about that gal Edie  aint it? Ive quite took a fancy to that gal, now, though I aint seen her. Dye think shes bin drownded?

I scarce know what to think. Her disappearance so suddenly does seem very strange. I fear, I fear much that  however, its of no use guessing. I shall at once set about making inquiries.

Ha! so shall I, said the little waif, with a look of determination on his small face that amused me greatly, for shes a good gal is Edie  if she aint drownded.

Why, boy, how can you know whether the girl is good or bad?

How can I know? he echoed, with a glance of almost superhuman wisdom. In coorse I know by the powers of obserwation. That old gal, Mrs Willis, is a good old thing  as good as gold. Vell, a good mother is always cocksure to ave a good darter  specially ven shes a only darter  so the mother o Edie bein
good, Edie herself must be good, dont you see? Anythink as belonged to Mrs Willis cant help bein good. Im glad you took me to see her, doctor, for Ive made up my mind to take that old ooman up, as the bobbies say wen theyre wexed with avin nuffin to do xcept strut about the streets like turkey-cocks.

Ill take er up and do for er, I will.

On questioning him further I found that this ragged and homeless little waif had indeed been touched by Mrs Williss sad story, and drawn towards her by her soft, gentle nature  so different from what he had hitherto met with in his wanderings,  and that he was resolved to offer her his gratuitous services as a message-boy and general servant, without requiring either food or lodging in return.

But Mrs Willis may object to such a dirty ragged fellow coming about her, said I.

Aint there no pumps in London, stoopid? said Slidder, with a look of pity, no soap?

True, I replied, with a laugh, but youd require needles and thread and cloth, in addition, to make yourself respectable.

Nothink of the sort; I can beg or borrer or steal coats and pants, you know.

Ah, Slidder! said I, in a kind but serious tone, doubtless you can, but begging or borrowing are not likely to succeed, and stealing is wrong.

Dyou think so? returned the boy, with a look of innocent surprise. Dont you think, now, that in a good cause a cove might:

Take wot isnt hisn,

An risk his bein sent to prisn?

I replied emphatically that I did not think so, that wrong could never be made right by any means, and that the commencement of a course of even disinterested kindness on such principles would be sure to end ill.

Vell, then, Ill reconsider my decision, as the maginstrates ought to say, but never do.

Thats right. And now we must part, Slidder, I said, stopping. Here is the second sixpence I promised you, also my card and address. Will you come and see me at my own house the day after to-morrow, at eight in the morning?

I will, replied the boy, with decision; but I say, all fair an above-board?

No school-boardin nor nuffin o that sort  hey? honour bright?

Honour bright! I replied, holding out my hand, which he grasped and shook quite heartily.

We had both taken two or three steps in opposite directions, when, as if under the same impulse, we looked back at each other, and in so doing became aware of the fact that Dumps stood between us on the pavement in a state of extreme indecision or mental confusion.

Hallo! I say! weve bin an forgot Punch! exclaimed the boy.

Dumps, said I, come along!

Punch, said he, come here, good dog!

My doggie looked first at one, then at the other. The two indicators in front rose and fell, while the one behind wagged and drooped in a state of obvious uncertainty.

Wont you sell im back? said Slidder, returning. Ill work it out in messages or anythink else.

But what of the bobbies? I asked.

Ah! true, I forgot the bobbies. Id ony be able to keep im for a week, praps not so long, afore theyd nab him.  Go, Punch, go, you dont know ven youre vell off.

The tone in which this was uttered settled the point, and turned the wavering balance of the creatures affections in my favour. With all the indicators extremely pendulous, and its hairy coat hanging in a species of limp humility, my doggie followed me home; but I observed that, as we went along, he ever and anon turned a wistful glance in the direction in which the ragged waif had disappeared.

Chapter Four.

In Which Dumps Finds Another Old Friend.

One morning, a considerable time after the events narrated in the last chapter, I sat on the sofa waiting for breakfast, and engaged in an interesting conversation with Dumps. The only difference in our mode of communication was that Dumps talked with his eyes, I with my tongue.

From what I have already said about my doggie, it will be understood that his eyes  which were brown and speaking eyes  lay behind such a forest of hair that it was only by clearing the dense masses away that I could obtain a full view of his liquid orbs. I am not sure that his ears were much less expressive than his eyes. Their variety of motion, coupled with their rate of action, served greatly to develop the full meaning of what his eyes said.

Mrs Miff seems to have forgotten us this morning, Dumps, I remarked, pulling out my watch.

One ear cocked forward, the other turned back towards the door, and a white gleam under the hair, indicating that the eyes turned in the same direction, said as plainly as there was any occasion for

No; not quite forgotten us. I hear her coming now.

Ha! so she is. Now you shall have a feed. Both ears elevated to the full extent obviously meant Hurrah! while a certain motion of his body appeared to imply that, in consequence of his sedentary position, he was vainly attempting to wag the sofa.

If you please, sir, said my landlady, laying the breakfast tray on the table, theres a shoeblack in the kitchen says he wants to see you.

Ah! young Slidder, I fancy. Well, send him up.

He says hes ad his breakfast an will wait till you have done, sir.

Very considerate. Send him up nevertheless.

In a few minutes my protégé stood before me, hat in hand, looking, in the trim costume of the brigade, quite a different being from the ragged creature I had met with in Whitechapel. Dumps instantly assaulted him with loving demonstrations.

How spruce you look, my boy!

Thanks to you, sir, replied Slidder, with a familiar nod; they do say Im lookin up.

I hope you like the work. Have you had breakfast? Would a roll do you any good?

Thankee, Im primed for the day. I came over, sir, to say that granny seems to me to be out o sorts. Since Ive been allowed to sleep on the rug inside her door, Ive noticed that she aint so lively as she used to was. Shivers a deal wen it aint cold, groans now an then, an whimpers a good deal. It strikes me, now  though I aint a reglar sawbones  that theres suthin wrong with her inards.

Ill finish breakfast quickly and go over with you to see her, said I.

Dont need to urry, sir, returned Slidder; she aint wery bad  not much wuss than ornary  ony Ive bin too anxious about her  poor old thing. Ill vait below till youre ready.  Come along, Punch, an jine yer old pal in the kitchen till the noo uns ready.

After breakfast we three hurried out and wended our way eastward. As the morning was unusually fine I diverged towards one of the more fashionable localities to deliver a note with which I had been charged. Young Slidders spirits were high, and for a considerable time he entertained me with a good deal of the East-end gossip. Among other things, he told me of the great work that was being done there by Dr. Barnardo and others of similar spirit, in rescuing waifs like himself from their wretched condition.

Though some on us dont think it so wretched arter all, he continued. Theres the Slogger, now, he wont go into the ome on no consideration; says he wouldnt give a empty sugar-barrel for all the omes in London. But then the Sloggers a lazy muff. He dont want to work  thats about it. Hed sooner starve than work. By consikence he steals, more or less, an finds a ome in the stone jug pretty frequent. As to his taste for a sugar-barrel, I aint so sure that I dont agree with im. Its big, you know  plenty of room to move, wich it aint so with a flour-barrel. An then the smell! Oh! youve no notion! Wy, thats wuth the price of a nights lodgin itself, to say nothin o the chance of a knot-hole or a crack full o sugar, that the former tenants has failed to diskiver.

While the waif was commenting thus enthusiastically on the bliss of lodging in a sugar-barrel, we were surprised to see Dumps, who chanced to be trotting on in front come to a sudden pause and gaze at a lady who was in the act of ringing the door-bell of an adjoining house.

The door was opened by a footman, and the lady was in the act of entering when Dumps gave vent to a series of sounds, made up of a whine, a bark, and a yelp.

At the same moment his tail all but twirled him off his legs as he rushed wildly up the stairs and began to dance round the lady in mad excitement.

The lady backed against the door in alarm. The footman, anxious apparently about his calves, seized an umbrella and made a wild assault on the dog, and I was confusedly conscious of Slidder exclaiming, Why, if that aint my young lady!
as I sprang up the steps to the rescue.

Down, Dumps, you rascal; down! I exclaimed, seizing him by the brass collar with which I had invested him.  Pardon the rudeness of my dog, madam, I said, looking up; I never saw him act in this way before. It is quite unaccountable

Not quite so unaccountable as you think, interrupted Slidder, who stood looking calmly on, with his hands in his pockets and a grin on his face.  Its your own dog, miss.

What do you mean, boy? said the lady, a gaze of surprise chasing away the look of alarm which had covered her pretty face.

I mean xactly what I says, miss. The dogs your own: I sold it to you long ago for five bob!

The girl  for she was little more than sixteen  turned with a startled, doubting look to the dog.

If you dont blieve it, miss, look at the vite spot on the bridge of is nose, said Slidder, with a self-satisfied nod to the lady and a supremely insolent wink to the footman.

Pompey! exclaimed the girl, holding out a pair of the prettiest little gloved hands imaginable.

My doggie broke from my grasp with a shriek of joy, and sprang into her arms.

She buried her face in his shaggy neck and absolutely hugged him.

I stood aghast. The footman smiled in an imbecile manner.

Youd better not squeeze quite so hard, miss, or hell bust! remarked the waif.

Recovering herself, and dropping the dog somewhat hurriedly, she turned to me with a flushed face and said

Excuse me, sir; this unexpected meeting with my dog

Your dog! I involuntarily exclaimed, while a sense of unmerited loss began to creep over me.

Well, the dog was mine once, at all events  though I doubt not it is rightfully yours now, said the young lady, with a smile that at once disarmed me. It was stolen from me a few months after I had bought it from this boy, who seems strangely altered since then. Im glad, however, to see that the short time I had the dog was sufficient to prevent its forgetting me. But perhaps,
she added, in a sad tone, it would have been better if it had forgotten me.

My mind was made up.

No, madam, said I, with decision; it is well that the dog has not forgotten you. I would have been surprised, indeed, if it had. It is yours. I could not think of robbing you of it. I  I  am going to visit a sick woman and cannot delay; forgive me if I ask permission to leave the dog with you until I return in the afternoon to hand it formally over and bid it farewell.

This was said half in jest yet I felt very much in earnest, for the thought of parting from my doggie, even to such a fair mistress, cost me no small amount of pain  much to my surprise, for I had not imagined it possible that I could have formed so strong an attachment to a dumb animal in so short a time. But, you see, being a bachelor of an unsocial spirit, my doggie and I had been thrown much together in the evenings, and had made the most of our time.

The young lady half laughed, and hesitatingly thanked me as she went into the house, followed by Dumps, alias Punch, alias Pompey, who never so much as cast one parting glance on me as I turned to leave. A shout caused me to turn again and look back. I beheld an infant rolling down the drawing-room stairs like a small Alpine boulder. A little girl was vainly attempting to arrest the infant, and three boys, of various sizes, came bounding towards the young lady with shouts of welcome. In the midst of the din my doggie uttered a cry of pain, the Babel of childrens voices was hushed by a bass growl, and the street door closed with a bang!

Yell, that is a rum go! exclaimed my little companion, as we walked slowly away. Dont it seem to you, now, as if it wor all a dream?

It does, indeed, I replied, half inclined to laugh, yet with a feeling of sadness at my heart, for I knew that my doggie and I were parted for ever! Even if the young lady should insist on my keeping the dog, I felt that I could not agree to do so. No! I had committed myself, and the thing was done; for it was clear that, with the mutual affection existing between the lady and the dog, they would not willingly consent to be parted  it would be cruelty even to suggest a separation.

Pshaw! thought I, why should the loss of a miserable dog  a mere mass of shapeless hair  affect me so much? Pooh! I will brush the subject away.

So I brushed it away, but back it came again in spite of all my brushing, and insisted on remaining to trouble me.

Short though our friendship had been, it had, I found, become very warm and strong. I recalled a good many pleasant evenings when, seated alone in my room with a favourite author, I had read and tickled Dumps under the chin and behind the ears to such an extent that I had thoroughly gained his heart; and as love begets love, I had been drawn insensibly yet powerfully towards him. In short, Dumps and I understood each other.

While I was meditating on these things my companion, who had walked along in silence, suddenly said

You neednt take on so, sir, about Punch.

How dyou know Im taking on so?

Cause you look so awful solemncholy. An theres no occasion to do so. You can get the critter back again.

I fear not Slidder, for I have already given it to the young lady, and you have seen how fond she is of it; and the dog evidently likes her better than it likes me.

Yell, I aint surprised at that. It ony proves it to be a dog of good taste; but you can get it back for all that.

How so? I asked, much amused by the decision and self-sufficiency of the boys manner.

Vy, youve ony got to go and marry the young lady, wen, of course, all her property becomes yours, Punch included, dont you see?

True, Slidder; it had not occurred to me in that light, said I, laughing heartily, as much at the cool and quiet insolence of the waifs manner as at his suggestion. But then, you see, there are difficulties in the way. Young ladies who dwell in fine mansions are not fond of marrying penniless doctors.

Pooh! replied the urchin; that as nuffin to do with it. Youve ony got to set up in a ouse close alongside, with a big gold mortar over the door an a one-oss broom, an youll ave er in six months  or eight if shes got contrairy parents. Then youll want a tiger, of course, to old the oss; an I knows a smart young feller whose name begins with a S, as would just suit. So, you see, youve nothing to do but to go in an win.

The precocious waif looked up in my face with such an expression of satisfaction as he finished this audacious speech, that I could not help gazing at him in blank amazement. What I should have replied I know not, for we arrived just then at the abode of old Mrs Willis.

The poor old lady was suffering from a severe attack of influenza, which, coupled with age and the depression caused by her heavy sorrow, had reduced her physical powers in an alarming degree. It was obvious that she urgently required good food and careful nursing. I never before felt so keenly my lack of money.

My means barely sufficed to keep myself, educational expenses being heavy. I was a shy man, too, and had never made friends  at least among the rich  to whom I could apply on occasions like this.

Dear granny, I said, you would get along nicely if you would consent to go to a hospital.

Never! said the old lady, in a tone of decision that surprised me.

I assure you, granny, that you would be much better cared for and fed there than you can be here, and it would not be necessary to give up your room. I would look after it until you are better.

Still the old lady shook her head, which was shaking badly enough from age as it was.

Going to the corner cupboard, in which Mrs Willis kept her little store of food and physic, I stood there pondering what I should do.

Please, sir, said Slidder, sidling up to me, if you wants mutton-chops, or steaks, or port wine, or anythink o that sort, just say the word and Ill get em.

You, boy  how?

Vy, aint the shops full of em? Id go an help myself, spite of all the bobbies that valks in blue.

Oh, Slidder, said I, really grieved, for I saw by his earnest face that he meant it, would you go and steal after all I have said to you about that sin?

Vell, sir, I wouldnt prig for myself  indeed I wouldnt  but Id do it to make the old ooman better.

That would not change stealing into a virtue. No, my boy, we must try to hit on some other way of providing for her wants.

The Lord will provide, said Mrs Willis, from the bed.

She had overheard us. I hastened to her side.

Yes, granny, He will provide. Meanwhile He has given me enough money to spare a little for your immediate wants. I will send some things, which your kind neighbour, Mrs Jones, will cook for you. Ill give her directions as I pass her door. Slidder will go home with me and fetch you the medicines you require. Now, try to sleep till Mrs Jones comes with the food. You must not speak to me. It will make you worse.

I only want to ask, John, have you any  any news about

No, not yet, granny; but dont be cast down. If you can trust God for food, surely you can trust Him for protection, not only to yourself, but to Edie.

Remember the words, Commit thy way unto the Lord, and He will bring it to pass.

Thank you, John, replied the old woman, as she sank back on her pillow with a little sigh.

After leaving Mrs Willis I was detained so long with some of my patients that it was late before I could turn my steps westward. The night was very cold, with a keen December wind blowing, and heavy black clouds driving across the dark sky.

It was after midnight as I drew near the neighbourhood of the house in which I had left Dumps so hurriedly that morning. In my haste I had neglected to ask the name of the young lady with whom I had left him, or to note the number of the house; but I recollected its position, and resolved to go round by it for the purpose of ascertaining the name on the door.

Chapter Five.

Conspiracy and Villainy, Innocence and Tragedy.

In one of the dirtiest of the dirty and disreputable dens of London, a man and a boy sat on that same dark December night engaged in earnest conversation.

Their seats were stools, their table was an empty flour-barrel, their apartment a cellar. A farthing candle stood awry in the neck of a pint bottle. A broken-lipped jug of gin-and-water hot, and two cracked tea-cups stood between them. The damp of the place was drawn out, rather than abated, by a small fire, which burned in a rusty grate, over which they sought to warm their hands as they conversed. The man was palpably a scoundrel. Not less so was the boy.

Slogger, said the man, in a growling voice, we must do it this wery night.

Vell, Brassey, Im game, replied the Slogger, draining his cup with a defiant air.

If it hadnt bin for that old ooman as was care-taker all last summer,
continued the man, as he pricked a refractory tobacco-pipe, wed ave found the job more difficult; but, you see, she went and lost the key o the back door, and the doctor he ad to get another. So I goes an gets round the old ooman, an pumps her about the lost key, an at last I finds it  dye see?

But, returned the Slogger, with a knowing frown, seems to me as how youd never get two keys into one lock  eh? The noo un wouldnt let the old un in, would it?

Ah, thats where it is, replied Mr Brassey, with a leer, as he raised his cup to his large ugly mouth and chuckled. You see, the doctors wife shes summat timmersome, an looks arter the lockin up every night herself  wery partikler.

Then she as all the keys up into her own bedroom o nights  so, you see, in consikence of her uncommon care, she keeps all the locks clear for you and me to work upon!

The Slogger was so overcome by this instance of the result of excessive caution, that he laughed heartily for some minutes, and had to apply for relief to the hot gin-and-water.

Ow ever did you come for to find that hout? asked the boy.

Servants, replied the man.

Ha! exclaimed the boy, with a wink, which would have been knowing if the spirits had not by that time rendered it ridiculous.

Yes, you see, continued the elder ruffian, blowing a heavy cloud of smoke like a cannon shot from his lips, servants is wariable in character. Some is good, an some is bad. I mostly take up wi the bad uns. Theres one in the doctors ouse as is a prime favourite with me, an knows all about the locks, she does.

But theres a noo an unexpected difficulty sprung up in the way this wery mornin.

Wots that? demanded the Slogger, with the air of a man prepared to defy all difficulties.

Theyve bin an got a dog  a little dog, too; the very wust kind for kickin
up a row. Owever, it aint the fust time you an I ave met an conkered such a difficulty. Youll take a bit of cats meat in your pocket, you know.

Hall right! exclaimed the young housebreaker, with a reckless toss of his shaggy head, as he laid his hand on the jug: but the elder scoundrel laid his stronger hand upon it.

Come, Slogger; no more o that. Youve ad too much already. You wont be fit for dooty if you take more.

Its wery ard on a cove, growled the lad, sulkily.

Brassey looked narrowly into his face, then took up the forbidden jug, and himself drained it, after which he rose, grasped the boy by his collar, and forced him, struggling, towards a sink full of dirty water, into which he thrust his head, and shook it about roughly for a second or two.

There, thatll sober you, said the man, releasing the boy, and sending him into the middle of the room with a kick. Now, dont let your monkey rise, Slogger. Its all for your good. Ill be back in alf an hour. See that you have the tools ready.

So saying the man left the cellar, and the boy, who was much exasperated, though decidedly sobered, by his treatment, proceeded to dry himself with a jack-towel, and make preparations for the intended burglary.

The house in regard to which such interesting preparations were being made was buried, at the hour I write of, in profound repose. As its fate and its family have something to do with my tale, I shall describe it somewhat particularly. In the basement there was an offshoot, or scullery, which communicated with the kitchen. This scullery had been set apart that day as the bedroom of my little dog. (Of course I knew nothing of this, and what I am about to relate, at that time. I learned it all afterwards.) Dumps lay sound asleep on a flannel bed, made by loving hands, in the bottom of a soap-box. It lay under the shadow of a beer-cask  the servants beer  a fresh cask  which, having arrived late that evening, had not been relegated to the cellar. The only other individual who slept on the basement was the footman.

That worthy, being elderly and feeble, though bold as a lion, had been doomed to the lower regions by his mistress, as a sure protection against burglars. He went to bed nightly with a poker and a pistol so disposed that he could clutch them both while in the act of springing from bed. This arrangement was made not to relieve his own fears, but by order of his mistress, with whom he could hold communication at night without rising, by means of a speaking-tube.

John  he chanced to bear my own name  had been so long subject to night alarms, partly from cats careering in the back yard, and his mistress demanding to know, through the tube, if he heard them; partly, also, from frequent ringing of the night-bell, by persons who urgently wanted Dr. McTougall, that he had become callous in his nervous system, and did much of his night-work as a semi-somnambulist.

The rooms on the first floor above, consisting of the dining-room, library, and consulting-room, etc., were left, as usual, tenantless and dark at night. On the drawing-room floor Mrs McTougall lay in her comfortable bed, sound asleep and dreamless. The poor lady had spent the first part of that night in considerable fear because of the restlessness of Dumps in his new and strange bedroom  her husband being absent because of a sudden call to a country patient. The speaking-tube had been pretty well worked, and John had been lively in consequence  though patient  but at last the drowsy god had calmed the good lady into a state of oblivion.

On the floor above, besides various bedrooms, there were the night nursery and the schoolroom. In one of the bedrooms slumbered the young lady who had robbed me of my doggie!

In the nursery were four cribs and a cradle. Dr. McTougalls family had come in what I may style annual progression. Six years had he been married, and each year had contributed another annual to the army.

The children were now ranged round the walls with mathematical precision  one, two, three, four, and five. The doctor liked them all to be together, and the nursery, being unusually large, permitted of this arrangement. A tall, powerful, sunny-tempered woman of uncertain age officered the army by day and guarded it by night. Jack and Harry and Job and Jenny occupied the cribs, Dolly the cradle.

Each of these creatures had been transfixed by sleep in the very midst of some desperate enterprise during the earlier watches of that night, and all had fallen down in more or less dégagé and reckless attitudes. Here a fat fist, doubled; there a fatter leg, protruded; elsewhere a spread eagle was represented, with the bedclothes in a heap on its stomach; or a complex knot was displayed, made up of legs, sheets, blankets, and arms. Subsequently the tall but faithful guardian had gone round, disentangled the knot, reduced the spread eagle, and straightened them all out. They now lay, stiff and motionless as mummies, roseate as the morn, deceptively innocent, with eyes tight shut and mouths wide open  save in the case of Dolly, whose natural appetite could only be appeased by the nightly sucking of two of her own fingers.

In the attics three domestics slumbered in peace. Still higher, a belated cat reposed in the lee of a chimney-stack.

It was a restful scene, which none but a heartless monster could have ventured to disturb. Even Brassey and the Slogger had no intention of disturbing it  on the contrary, it was their earnest hope that they might accomplish their designs on the doctors plate with as little disturbance as possible. Their motto was a paraphrase, Get the plate  quietly, if you can, but get the plate!

In the midst of the universal stillness, when no sound was heard save the sighing of the night-wind or the solemn creaking of an unsuccessful smoke-curer, there came a voice of alarm down the tube

John, do you hear burglars?

Oh, dear! no, mum, I dont.

Im convinced I hear them at the back of the house! tubed Mrs McTougall.

Indeed it aint, mum, tubed John in reply. Its ony that little dog as comed this morning and aint got used to its noo ome yet. Its a-whinin, mum; thats wot it is.

Oh! do get up, John, and put a light beside him; perhaps hes afraid of the dark.

Very well, mum, said John, obedient but savage.

He arose, upset the poker and pistol with a hideous clatter, which was luckily too remote to smite horror into the heart of Mrs McTougall, and groped his way into the servants hall. Lighting a paraffin lamp, he went to the scullery, using very unfair and harsh language towards my innocent dog.

Pompey, you brute!  the footman had already learned his name  hold your noise. There!

He set the lamp on the head of the beer cask and returned to bed.

It is believed that poor perplexed Dumps viewed the midnight apparition with silent surprise, and wagged his tail, being friendly; then gazed at the lamp after the apparition had retired, until obliged to give the subject up, like a difficult conundrum, and finally went to sleep  perchance to dream  of dogs, or me!

It was while Dumps was thus engaged that Brassey and the Slogger walked up to the front of the house and surveyed it in silence for a few minutes. They also took particular observations of both ends of the street.

All serene, said Brassey; now, you go round to the back and use your key quietly. Give im the bit o meat quick. He wont give tongue arter e smells it, and one or two barks wont alarm the ouse. So, get along, Slogger. Wen youve got him snug, with a rope round is neck an is head in the flannel bag, just caterwaul an Ill come round. Bless the cats! theyre a great help to gentlemen in our procession.

Thus admonished, the Slogger chuckled and melted into the darkness, while Brassey mingled himself with the shadow of a pillar.

The key  lost by the care-taker and found by the burglar  fitted into the empty lock even more perfectly than that which Mrs McTougall had conveyed to her mantelpiece some hours before. It was well oiled too, and went round in the wards of the lock without giving a chirp, so that the bolt flew back with one solitary shot. The report, however, was loud. It caused Dumps to return from Dogland and raise his head with a decided growl.

Nobody heard the growl except the Slogger, who stood perfectly still for nearly a minute, with his hand on the door-handle. Then he opened the door slowly and softly  so slowly and softly that an alarm-bell attached to it did not ring.

A sharp bow! wow! wow! however, greeted him as he entered, but he was prompt. A small piece of meat fell directly under the nose of Dumps, as he stood bristling in front of his box; and, let me add, when Dumps bristled it was a sight to behold!

Good dog  good d-o-o-g, said the Slogger, in his softest and most insinuating tone.

Dumps reduced his bark to a growl.

The footman heard both bark and growl, but, attributing them to the influence of cats, turned on his other side and listened  not for burglars, innocent man, but for the tube.

It was silent! Evidently tired nature was, in Mrs McTougalls case, lulled by the sweet restorer. Forthwith John betook himself again to the land of Nod.

Have another bit? said the Slogger in quite a friendly way, after the first bit had been devoured.

My too trusting favourite wagged his tail and innocently accepted the bribe.

It was good cats meat. Dumps liked it. The enormous supper with which he had lain down was by that time nearly assimilated, and appetite had begun to revive.

Going down on his knee the young burglar held out a third morsel of temptation in his hand. Dumps meekly advanced and took the meat. It was a sad illustration of the ease with which even a dog descends from bad to worse.

While he was engaged with it the Slogger gently patted his head.

Suddenly Dumps found his muzzle grasped and held tight in a powerful hand. He tried to bark and yell, but could produce nothing better than a scarcely audible whine. His sides were at the same instant grasped by a pair of powerful knees, while a rope was twisted round his neck, and the process of strangulation began.

But strangulation was not the Sloggers intention. He had been carefully warned not to kill.

Mind, now, you dont screw im up too tight, Brassey had said, when giving the boy his instructions before starting. Dogs is vurth munny. Just old im tight and quiet till you get the flannel bag on is head, and then stand by till Ive sacked the swag.

Accordingly, having effected the bagging of the dogs head, the young burglar went to the door, holding Dumps tight in his arms, and uttered a pretty loud and life-like caterwaul. Brassey heard it, emerged from the shade of his pillar, and was soon beside his comrade.

When Dumps smelt and heard the new-comer, he redoubled his efforts to free his head and yell, but the Slogger was too much for him.

Few words were wasted on this occasion. The couple understood their work.

Brassey took up the lamp.

Wery considerate of em to ave a light all ready for us, he muttered, as he lowered the flame a little, and glided into the kitchen, leaving the Slogger on guard in the scullery. Here he found a variety of gins and snares carefully placed for him  and such as he  by strict orders of Mrs McTougall. Besides a swing-bell on the window shutter  similar to that which had done so little service on the scullery door  there was a coal-scuttle with the kitchen tongs balanced against it and a tin slop-pail in company with the kitchen shovel, and a watering-pan, which  the poker being already engaged to John  was balanced on its own rose and handle, all ready to fail with a touch. These outworks being echelloned along the floor rendered it impossible for an intruder to cross the kitchen in the dark without overturning one or more of them. Thanks to the lamp, Brassey steered his way carefully and with a grim smile.

At John Waterss door he paused and listened. Johns nose revealed his condition.

Gliding up the stairs on shoeless feet the burglar entered the dining-room, picked the locks of the sideboard with marvellous celerity, unfolded a canvas bag, and placed therein whatever valuables he could lay hands on. Proceeding next to the drawing-room floor, he began to examine and appropriate the articles of vertu that appeared to him most valuable.

Not being a perfect judge of such matters, Mr Brassey was naturally puzzled with some of them. One in particular caused him to regard it with frowning attention for nearly a minute before he came to the conclusion that it was vurth munny.

He placed the lamp on the small table near the window, from which he had lifted the ornament in question, and sat down on a crimson chair with gilded legs to examine it more critically.

Meanwhile the Slogger, left in the dark with the still fitfully struggling Dumps, employed his leisure in running over some of the salient events of his past career, and in trying to ascertain, by the very faint light that came from a distant street-lamp, what was the nature of his immediate surroundings. His nose told him that the cask at his elbow was beer. His exploring right hand told him that the tap was in it. His native intelligence suggested a tumbler on the head of the cask, and the exploring hand proved the idea to be correct.

Brassey was wery ard on me to-night, he thought. Id like to have a swig.

But Dumps was sadly in the way. To remove his left hand even for an instant from the dogs muzzle was not to be thought of. In this dilemma he resolved to tie up the said muzzle, and the legs also, even at the risk of causing death. It would not take more than a minute to draw a tumblerful, and any dog worth a straw could hold his wind for a minute. He would try. He did try, and was yet in the act of drawing the beer when my doggie burst his bonds by a frantic effort to be free. Probably the hairy nature of his little body had rendered a firm bond impossible. At all events, he suddenly found his legs loose. Another effort, more frantic than before, set free the muzzle, and then there arose on the still night air a yell so shrill, so loud, so indescribably horrible, that its conception must be left entirely to the readers imagination.

At the same instant Dumps scurried into the kitchen. The scuttle and tongs went down, the slop-pail and shovel followed suit, also the watering-pan, into which latter Dumps went head foremost as it fell, and from its interior another yell issued with such resonant power that the first yell was a mere chirp by contrast. The Slogger fled from the scene like an evil spirit, while John Waters sprang up and grasped the pistol and poker.

The effect on Brassey in the drawing-room cannot be conceived, much less described. He shot, as it were, out of the crimson-gilded chair and overturned the lamp, which burst on the floor. Being half full of paraffin oil it instantly set fire to the gauze window-curtains. The burglar made straight for the stairs.

John Waters, observing the light, dashed up the same, and the two met face to face on the landing, breathing hate and glaring defiance!

Chapter Six.

Relates a Stirring Innocent.

Now it was at this critical moment that I chanced to come upon the scene.

I had just ascertained from the brass plate on the door that Dr. McTougall dwelt there, and was thinking what an ugly unromantic name that was for a pretty girl as I descended the steps, when Dumpss first yell broke upon my astonished ears.

I recognised the voice at once, though I must confess that the second yell from the interior of the watering-pan perplexed me not a little, but the hideous clatter with which it was associated, and the sudden bursting out of flames in the drawing-room, drove all thoughts of Dumps instantly away.

My first impulse was to rush to the nearest fire-station; but a wild shouting in the lobby of the house arrested me. I rang the bell violently. At the same moment I heard the report of a pistol, and a savage curse, as a bullet came crashing through the door and went close past my head. Then I heard a blow, followed by a groan. This was succeeded by female shrieks overhead, and the violent undoing of the bolts, locks, and chains of the front door.

Thought is quick. Burglary flashed into my mind! A villainous-looking fellow leaped out as the door flew open. I recognised him instantly as the man who had sold Dumps to me. I put my foot in front of him. He went over it with a wild pitch, and descended the steps on his nose!

I was about to leap on him when a policeman came tearing round the corner, just in time to receive the stunned Brassey with open arms, as he rose and staggered forward.

Just so. Dont give way too much to your feelings! Ill take care of you, my poor unfortunate fellow, said the policeman, as a brother in blue came to his assistance.

Already one of those ubiquitous creatures, a street-boy, had flown to the fire-station on the wings of hope and joy, and an engine came careering round the corner as I turned to rush up the stairs, which were already filled with smoke.

I dashed in the first door I came to. A lady, partially clothed, stood there pale as death, and motionless.

Quick, madam! descend! the house is on fire! I gasped in sharp sentences as I seized her. Where is your  your (she looked young) sister? I cried, as she resisted my efforts to lead her out.

Ive no sister! she shrieked.

Your daughter, then! Quick, direct me!

Oh! my darling! she cried, wringing her hands.

Where? I shouted in desperation, for the smoke was thickening.

Upstairs, she screamed, and rushed out, intending evidently to go up.

I caught her round the waist and forced her down the stairs, thrust her into the arms of an ascending fireman, and then ran up again, taking three steps at a time. The cry of a child attracted me. I made for a door opposite, and burst it open. The scene that presented itself was striking. Out of four cribs and a cradle arose five cones of bedclothes, with a pretty little curly head surmounting each cone, and ten eyes blazing with amazement. A tall nurse stood erect in the middle of the floor with outstretched arms, glaring.

Instantly I grasped a cone in each arm and bore it from the room. Blinded with smoke, I ran like a thunderbolt into the arms of a gigantic fireman.

Take it easy, sir. Youll do far more work if you keep cool. Straight on to front room! Fire-escapes there by this time.

I understood, and darted into a front room, through the window of which the head of the fire-escape entered at the same moment, sending glass in splinters all over us. It was immediately drawn back a little, enabling me to throw up the window-sash and thrust the two children into the arms of another fireman, whose head suddenly emerged from the smoke that rose from the windows below. I could see that the fire was roaring out into the street, and lighting up hundreds of faces below, while the steady clank of engines told that the brigade was busily at work fighting the flames. But I had no time to look or think. Indeed, I felt as if I had no power of volition properly my own, but that I acted under the strong impulse of another spirit within me.

Darting back towards the nursery I met the first fireman dragging with his right hand the tall nurse, who seemed unreasonably to struggle against him, while in his left arm he carried two of the children, and the baby by its night-dress in his teeth.

I saw at a glance that he had emptied the nursery, and turned to search for another door. During the whole of this scene  which passed in a few minutes  a feeling of desperate anxiety possessed me as to the fate of the young lady to whom I had given up my doggie. I felt persuaded she slept on the same floor with the children, and groped about the passage in search of another door. By this time the smoke was so dense that I was all but suffocated. A minute or two more and it would be too late. I could not see. Suddenly I felt a door and kicked it open. The black smoke entered with me, but it was still clear enough inside for me to perceive the form of a girl lying on the floor. It was she!

Miss McTougall! I shouted, endeavouring to rouse her; but she had fainted. Not a moment now to lose. A lurid tongue of flame came up the staircase. I rolled a blanket round the girl  head and all. She was very light. In the excitement of the moment I raised her as if she had been a child, and darted back towards the passage, but the few moments I had lost almost cost us our lives. I knew that to breathe the dense smoke would be certain suffocation, and went through it holding my breath like a diver. I felt as if the hot flames were playing round my head, and smelt the singeing of my own hair. Another moment and I had reached the window, where the grim but welcome head of the escape still rested. With a desperate bound I went head first into the shoot, taking my precious bundle along with me.

A fireman chanced to be going down the shoot at the time, carefully piloting one of the maids who had been rescued from the attics, and checking his speed with outspread legs. Against him I canonned with tremendous force, and sent him and his charge in a heap to the bottom.

This was fortunate, for the pace at which I must have otherwise come down would have probably broken my neck. As it was, I felt so stunned that I nearly lost consciousness. Still I retained my senses sufficiently to observe a stout elderly little man in full evening dress, with his coat slit up behind to his neck, his face half-blackened, and his shaggy hair flying wildly in all directions  chiefly upwards. Amid wild cheering from the crowd I confusedly heard the conversation that followed.

Theyre all accounted for now, sir, said a policeman, who supported me.

The elderly gentleman had leaped forward with an exclamation of earnest thankfulness, and unrolled the blanket.

Not hurt! No, thank God. Lift her carefully now. To the same house.  And who are you? he added, turning and looking full at me as I leaned in a dazed condition on the firemans shoulder. I heard the question and saw the speaker, but could not reply.

This is the genleman as saved two o the childn an the young lady, said the tall fireman, whom I recognised as the one into whose bosom I had plunged on the upper floor.

Ay, an hes the genleman, said another fireman, who shoved your missus, sir, into my arms, wen she was bent on runnin upstairs.

Is this so? said the little gentleman, stepping forward and grasping my hand.

Still I could not speak. I felt as if the whole affair were a dream, and looked on and listened with a vacant smile.

Just at that moment a long, melancholy wail rose above the roaring of the fire and clanking of the engines.

The cry restored me at once.

Dumps! my doggie! I exclaimed; and, bursting through the crowd, rushed towards the now furiously-burning house, but strong hands restrained me.

What dog is it? asked the elderly gentleman. A man, drenched, blackened, and bloodstained, whom I had not before observed, here said

A noo dog, sir, Dumps by name, come to us this wery day. We putt im in the scullery for the night.

Again I made a desperate effort to return to the burning house, but was restrained as before.

All right, sir, whispered a fireman in a confidential tone, I know the scullery. The fire aint got down there yet. Your dog can only have bin damaged by water as yet. Ill save im sir, never fear.

He went off with a quiet little nod that did much to comfort me. Meanwhile the elderly gentleman sought to induce me to leave the place and obtain refreshment in the house of a friendly neighbour, who had taken in his family.

You need rest, my dear sir, he said; come, I must take you in hand. You have rendered me a service which I can never repay. What? Obstinate! Do you know that I am a doctor, sir, and must be obeyed?

I smiled, but refused to move until the fate of Dumps was ascertained.

Presently the fireman returned with my doggie in his arms.

Poor Dumps! He was a pitiable sight. Tons of hot water had been pouring on his devoted head, and his shaggy, shapeless coat was so plastered to his long, little body, that he looked more like a drowned weazel than a terrier. He was trembling violently, and whined piteously, as they gave him to me; nevertheless, he attempted to wag his tail and lick my hands. In both attempts he failed. His tail was too wet to wag  but it wriggled.

Hed have saved himself, sir, said the man who brought him, only there was a rope round his neck, which had caught on a coal-scuttle and held him. Hes not hurt, sir, though he do seem as if some one had bin tryin to choke him.

My poor doggie! said I, fondling him.

He wont want washin for some time to come, observed one of the bystanders.

There was a laugh at this.

Come; now the dog is safe you have no reason for refusing to go with me, said the elderly gentleman, who, I now understood, was the master of the burning house.

As we walked away he asked my name and profession, and I thought he smiled with peculiar satisfaction when I said I was a student of medicine.

Oh, indeed! he said; well  we shall see. But here we are. This is the house of my good friend Dobson. City man  capital fellow, like all City men  ahem!

He has put his house at my disposal at this very trying period of my existence.

But are you sure, Dr. McTougall, that all the household is saved? I asked, becoming more thoroughly awake to the tremendous reality of the scene through which I had just passed.

Sure! my good fellow, dyou think Id be talking thus quietly to you if I were not sure? Yes, thanks to you and the firemen, under God, theres not a hair of their heads injured.

Are you  I beg pardon  are you quite sure? Have you seen Miss McTougall since she

Miss McTougall! exclaimed the doctor, with a laugh. Dyou mean my little Jenny by that dignified title?

Well, of course, I did not know her name, and she is not very large; but I brought her down the shoot with such violence that

An explosion of laughter from the doctor stopped me as I entered a large library, the powerful lights of which at first dazzled me.

Here, Dobson, let me introduce you to the man who has saved my whole family, and who has mistaken Miss Blythe for my Jenny!  Why, sir, he continued, turning to me, the bundle you brought down so unceremoniously is only my governess. Ah! Id give twenty thousand pounds down on the spot if she were only my daughter. My Jenny will be a lucky woman if she grows up to be like her.

I congratulate you, Mr Mellon, said the City man, shaking me warmly by the hand.

You have acted with admirable promptitude  which is most important at a fire 
and they tell me that the header you took into the escape, with Miss Blythe in your arms, was the finest acrobatic feat that has been seen off the stage.

I say, Dobson, where have you stowed my wife and the children? I want to introduce him to them.

In the dining-room, returned the City man. You see, I thought it would be more agreeable that they should be all together until their nerves are calmed, so I had mattresses, blankets, etc., brought down. Being a bachelor, as you know, I could do nothing more than place the wardrobes of my domestics at the disposal of the ladies. The things are not, indeed, a very good fit, but  this way, Mr Mellon.

The City man, who was tall and handsome, ushered his guests into what he styled his hospital, and there, ranged in a row along the wall, were five shakedowns, with a child on each. Seldom have I beheld a finer sight than the sparkling lustre of their ten still glaring eyes! Two pleasant young domestics were engaged in feeding the smaller ones with jam and pudding. We arrange the words advisedly, because the jam was, out of all proportion, too much for the pudding.

The elder children were feeding themselves with the same materials, and in the same relative proportions. Mrs McTougall, in a blue cotton gown with white spots, which belonged to the housemaid, reclined on a sofa; she was deadly pale, and the expression of horror was not quite removed from her countenance.

Beside her, administering restoratives, sat Miss Blythe, in a chintz dress belonging to the cook, which was ridiculously too large for her. She was dishevelled and flushed, and looked so pleasantly anxious about Mrs McTougall that I almost forgave her having robbed me of my doggie.

Miss Blythe, your deliverer! cried the little doctor, who seemed to delight in blowing my trumpet with the loudest possible blast; my dear, your preserver!

I bowed in some confusion, and stammered something incoherently. Mrs McTougall said something else, languidly, and Miss Blythe rose and held out her hand with a pleasant smile.

Well, if this isnt one of the very jolliest larks I ever had! exclaimed Master Harry from his corner, between two enormous spoonfuls.

Hah! exclaimed Master Jack.

He could say no more. He was too busy!

We all laughed, and, much to my relief, general attention was turned to the little ones.

You young scamps!  the lark will cost me some thousands of pounds, said the doctor.

Never mind, papa. Just go to the bank and theyll give you as much as you want.

More pooding! demanded Master Job. The pleasant-faced domestic hesitated.

Oh! give it him. Act the banker on this occasion, and give him as much as he wants, said the doctor.

Good papa! exclaimed the overjoyed Jenny; how I wis we had a house on fire every night!

Even Dolly crowed with delight at this, as if she really appreciated the idea, and continued her own supper with increased fervour.

Thus did that remarkable family spend the small hours of that morning, while their home was being burned to ashes.

Chapter Seven.

My Circumstances begin to Brighten.

Robin, said old Mrs Willis from her bed, in the wheeziest of voices.

Whos Robin, granny? demanded young Slidder, in some surprise, looking over his shoulder as he stooped at the fire to stir a pan of gruel.

You are Robin, returned the old lady following up the remark with a feeble sneeze. I cant stand Slidder. It is such an ugly name. Besides, you ought to have a Christian name, child. Dont you like Robin?

The boy chuckled a little as he stirred the gruel.

Vell, I aint had it long enough to ave made up my mind on the pint, but you may call me wot you please, granny, slong as you dont swear. Ill answer to Robin, or Bobin, or Dobin, or Nobin, or Flogin  no, by the way, I wont answer to Flogin. I dont like that. But why call me Robin?

Ah! sighed the old woman, because I once had a dear little son so named. He died when he was about your age, and your kindly ways are so like his that

Hallo, granny! interrupted Slidder, standing up with a look of intense surprise, are you took bad?

No. Why?

Cause you said suthin about my ways that looks suspicious.

Did I, Robin? I didnt mean to. But as I was saying, Id like to call you Robin because it reminds me of my little darling who is now in heaven. Ah! Robin was so gentle, and loving, and tender, and true, and kind. He was a good boy!

A wheezing, which culminated in another feeble sneeze, here silenced the poor old thing.

For some minutes after that Slidder devoted himself to vigorous stirring of the gruel, and to repressed laughter, which latter made him very red in the face, and caused his shoulders to heave convulsively. At last he sought relief in occasional mutterings.

Ony think! he said, quoting Mrs Williss words, in a scarcely audible whisper, so gentle, an lovin, an tender, an true, an kind  an sitch a good boy too  an my kindly ways is like his, are they? Well, well, Mrs W., its quite clear that a loo-natic asylum must be your native ome arter this.

What are you muttering about, Robin?

Nuffin partikler, granny. Ony suthin about your futur prospecs. The gruels ready, I think. Will you ave it now, or vait till you get it?

There  even in your little touches of humour youre so like him! said the old woman, with a mingled smile and sneeze, as she slowly rose to a sitting posture, making a cone of the bedclothes with her knees, on which she laid her thin hands.

Come now, old ooman, said Slidder seriously, if you go on jokin like that youll make me larf and spill your gruel  praps let it fall bash on the floor.

There! Dont let it tumble off your knees, now; Id adwise you to lower em for the time bein. Heres the spoon; it aint as bright as I could wish, but you cant expect much of pewter; an the napkin  thats your sort; an the bit of bread  which it isnt too much for a ealthy happetite. Now then, granny, go in and win!

So like, murmured the old woman, as she gazed in Slidders face. And it is so good of you to give up your play and come to look after a helpless old creature like me.

Yes, it is wery good of me, assented the boy, with an air of profound gravity; I was used to sleep under a damp archway or in a wet cask, now I slumbers in a ouse by a fire, under a blankit. Vunce on a time I got wittles anyow 
sometimes didnt get em at all; now I ave em riglar, as well as good, an

ot. In wot poets call the days gone by  an nights too, let me tell you  I wos kicked an cuffed by everybody, an unted to death by bobbies. Now Im 
let alone! Eavenly condition  let alone! sometimes even complimented with such pleasant greetings as Go it, Ginger! or Does your mother know youre out? Oh yes, granny! I made great sacrifices, I did, wen I come ere to look arter you!

Mrs Willis smiled, sneezed, and began her gruel. Slidder, who looked at her with deep interest, was called away by a knock at the door. Opening it he beheld a tall footman, with a parcel in his hand.

Does a Mrs Willis live here? he asked.

No, replied Slidder; a Mrs Willis dont live here, but the Mrs Willis  the ony one vurth speakin of  does.

Ah! replied the man, with a smile  for he was an amiable footman  and I suppose you are young Slidder?

I am Mister Slidder, sir! And I would ave you remember, said the urchin, with dignity, that every Englishmans ouse is his castle, and that neither imperence nor flunkies as a right to enter.

Indeed! exclaimed the man, with affected surprise, then Im afraid this castle cant be a strong one, or it aint well guarded, for Imperence got into it somehow when you entered.

Good, good! returned the boy, with the air of a connoisseur; thats worthy of the East End. You should ave bin one of us.  Now then, old six-foot! wots your business?

To deliver this parcel.

And it over, then.

But I am also to see Mrs Willis, and ask how she is.

Walk in, then, an wipe your feet. We aint got a door-mat to-day. Its a-comin, like Christmas; but you may use the boards in the meantime.

The footman turned out to be a pleasant, gossipy man, and soon won the hearts of old Mrs Willis and her young guardian. He had been sent, he said, by a Dr.

McTougall with a parcel containing wine, tea, sugar, rice, and a few other articles of food, and with a message that the doctor would call and see Mrs Willis that afternoon.

Deary me, thats very kind, said the old woman; but I wonder why he sent such things to me, and who told him I was in want of em?

It was a young gentleman who rescued most of the doctors family from a fire last night. His name, I believe, is Mellon

Wot! Doctor John Mellon? exclaimed Slidder, with widening eyes.

Whether hes John or doctor I cannot tell. All I know is that hes Mister Mellon, and hes bin rather knocked up by But, bless me, I forgot: I was to say nothing about the  the fire till Dr. McTougall had seen you. How stoopid of me; but things will slip out!

He stopped abruptly, and placed his brown paper parcel on the bed.

Now, I say, look here, Mister Six-foot or wotevers your name, said Slidder, with intense eagerness. Its of no use your tyin up the mouth o the bag now.

The cats got out an cant be got in again by no manner o means. Just make a clean breast of it, an tell it all out like a man,  theres a good feller! If you dont, Ill tell Dr. McTougall that you gave me an the old lady a full, true, an partikler account o the whole affair, from the fust bustin out o
the flames, an the calling o the ingines, to the last crash o the fallin
roof, and the roastin alive of the ousehold cat. I will, as sure as youre a six-foot flunkey!

Thus adjured and threatened, the gossipy footman made a clean breast of it. He told them how that I had acted like a hero at the fire, and then, after giving, in minute detail, an account of all that the reader already knows, he went on to say that the whole family, except Dr. McTougall, was laid up with colds; that the governess was in a high fever; that the maid-servants, having been rescued on the shoulders of firemen from the attics, were completely broken down in their nerves; and that I had received an injury to my right leg, which, although I had said nothing about it on the night of the fire, had become so much worse in the morning that I could scarcely walk across the room. In these circumstances, he added, Dr. McTougall had agreed to visit my poor people for me until I should recover.

You see, continued the footman, I only heard a little of their conversation.

Dr. McTougall was saying when I come into the room: Well, Mr Mellon, he said, you must of necessity remain where you are, and you could not, let me tell you, be in better quarters. I will look after your patients till you are able to go about again  which wont be long, I hope  and Ill make a particular note of your old woman, and send her some wine and things immediately. I suppose he meant you, maam, added the footman, but having to leave the room again owing to some of the children howling for jam and pudding, I heard no more.

Having thus delivered himself of his tale and parcel, the tall footman took his leave with many expressions of good-will.

Now, granny, remarked young Slidder, as he untied the parcel, and spread its contents on the small deal table, Ive got a wague suspicion that the ouse wich as gone to hashes is the wery ouse in wich Dr. Mellon put his little dog last night. Cause why? Aint it the same identical street, an the same side o the street, and about the same part o the street? An didnt both him and me forgit to ask the name o the people o the ouse, or to look at the number  so took up was we with partin from Punch? Wot more natral than for him to go round on is way back to look at the ouse  supposin he was too late to call? Then, didnt that six-footer say a terrier dog was reskooed from the lower premises? To be sure theres many a terrier dog in London, but then didnt he likewise say that the govness o the family is a pretty gal? Wot more likely than that shes my young lady? All that, you see, granny, is what the magistrates would call presumptuous evidence. But Ill go and inquire for myself this wery evenin wen youre all settled an comfrable, an wen Ive got Mrs Jones to look arter you.

That evening, accordingly, when Robin Slidder  as I shall now call him  was away making his inquiries, Dr. McTougall called on Mrs Willis. She was very weak and low at the time. The memory of her lost Edie had been heavy upon her, and she felt strangely disinclined to talk. The kindly doctor did not disturb her more than was sufficient to fully investigate her case.

When about to depart he took Mrs Jones into the passage.

Now, my good woman, he said, I hope you will see the instructions you heard me give to Mrs Willis carried out. She is very low, but with good food and careful nursing may do well. Can you give her much of your time?

La, sir! yes. Im a lone woman, sir, with nothin to do but take care of myself; an Im that fond of Mrs Willis  shes like my own mother.

Very good. And what of this boy who has come to live with her? Dyou think he is steady  to be depended on?

Indeed I do, sir! replied Mrs Jones, with much earnestness. Though he did come from nowheres in partiklar, an dont blong to nobody, hes a good boy, is little Slidder, and a better nurse youll not find in all the hospitals.

I wish I had found him at home. Will you give him this card, and tell him to call on me to-morrow morning between eight and nine? Let him ask particularly for me  Dr. McTougall. Im not in my own house, but in a friends at present; I was burnt out of my house last night.

Oh, sir! exclaimed Mrs Jones with a shocked expression.

Yes; accidents will happen, you know, to the most careful among us, Mrs Jones,
said the little doctor, with a smile, as he drew on his gloves. Good evening.

Take care of your patient now; Im much interested in her case  because of the young doctor who visits her sometimes.

Dr. Mellon? exclaimed the woman.

Yes. You know him?

Know him! I should think I do! He has great consideration for the poor. Ah! he is a gentleman, is Mr Mellon!

He is more than a gentleman, Mrs Jones, said the little doctor with a kindly nod, as he turned and hurried away.

It may perhaps seem to savour of vanity and egotism my recording this conversation, but I do it chiefly for the purpose of showing how much of hearty gratitude there is for mere trifles among the poor, for the woman who was thus complimentary to me never received a farthing of money from my hands, and I am not aware of having ever taken any notice of her, except now and then wishing her a respectful good-evening, and making a few inquiries as to her health.

That night Dr. McTougall came to me, on returning from his rounds, to report upon my district. I was in bed at the time, and suffering considerable pain from my bruised and swollen limb. Dumps was lying at my feet  dried, refreshed, and none the worse for his adventures. I may mention that I occupied a comfortable room in the house of the City man, who insisted on my staying with him until I should be quite able to walk to my lodgings. As Dr. McTougall had taken my district, a brief note to Mrs Miff, my landlady, relieved my mind of all anxieties, professional and domestic, so that my doggie and I could enjoy ourselves as well as the swollen leg would permit.

My dear young friend, said the little doctor, as he entered, your patients are all going on admirably, and as I mean to send my assistant to them regularly, you may make your mind quite easy. Ive seen your old woman too, and she is charming. I dont wonder you lost your heart to her. Your young protégé, however, was absent  the scamp!  but he had provided a good nurse to take his place in the person of Mrs Jones.

I know her  well, said I; she is a capital nurse. Little Slidder has, I am told, been here in your absence, but unfortunately the maid who opened the door to him would not let him see me, as I happened to be asleep at the time.

However, hell be sure to call again. But you have not told me yet how Miss Blythe is.

Well, Ive not had time to tell you, replied the doctor, with a smile. Im sorry to say she is rather feverish; the excitement and exposure to the night air were a severe trial to her, for although she is naturally strong, it is not long since she recovered from a severe illness. Nothing, however, surprises me so much as the way in which my dear wife has come through it all. It seems to have given her quite a turn in the right direction. Why, she used to be as timid as a mouse! Now she scoffs at burglars. After what occurred last night she says she will fear nothing under the sun. Isnt it odd? As for the children, Im afraid the event has roused all that is wild and savage in their natures! They were kicking up a horrible shindy when I passed the dining-room  the hospital, as Dobson calls it  so I opened the door and peeped in. There they were, all standing up on their beds, shouting Fire! fire! pleece! pleece!  engines!

escapes! Come qui-i-i-ck!

Silence! I shouted.

Oh, papa! they screamed, in delight, what do you think weve had for supper?

Well, what?

Pudding and jam-pudding and jam  nearly all jam!

Then they burst again into a chorus of yells for engines and fire-escapes, while little Dollys voice rang high above the rest Pudding and dam !  all dam!  pleece! pleece! fire and feeves! as I shut the door.

But now, a word in your ear before I leave you for the night. Perhaps it may not surprise you to be told that I have an extensive practice. After getting into a new house, which I must do immediately, I shall want an assistant, who may in course of time, perhaps, become a partner. Dyou understand? Are you open to a proposal?

My dear sir, said I, your kindness is very great, but you know that I am not yet

Yes, yes, I know all about that. I merely wish to inject an idea into your brain, and leave it there to fructify. Go to sleep now, my dear young fellow, and let me wish you agreeable dreams.

With a warm squeeze of the hand, and a pleasant nod, my new friend said good-night, and left me to my meditations.

Chapter Eight.

Little Slidder Resists Temptation Successfully, and I Become Enslaved.

Pompey, said I, one afternoon, while reclining on the sofa in Dobsons drawing-room, my leg being not yet sufficiently restored to admit of my going out Pompey, Ive got news for you.

To my surprise my doggie would not answer to that name at all when I used it, though he did so when it was used by Miss Blythe.

Dumps! I said, in a somewhat injured tone.

Ears and tail at once replied.

Come now, Punch, I said, rather sternly; Ill call you what I please  Punch, Dumps, or Pompey  because you are my dog still, at least as long as your mistress and I live under the same roof; so, sir, if you take the Dumps when I call you Pompey, Ill punch your head for you.

Evidently the dog thought this a very flat jest, for he paid no attention to it whatever.

Now, Dumps, come here and lets be friends. Who do you think is coming to stay with us  to stay altogether? Youll never guess. Your old friend and first master, little Slidder, no less. Think of that!

Dumps wagged his tail vigorously; whether at the news, or because of pleasure at my brushing the hair off his soft brown eyes, and looking into them, I cannot tell.

Yes, I continued, its quite true. This fire will apparently be the making of little Slidder, as well as you and me, for we are all going to live and work together. Isnt that nice? Evidently Dr. McTougall is a trump, and so is his friend Dobson, who puts this fine mansion at his disposal until another home can be got ready for us.

I was interrupted at this point by an uproarious burst of laughter from the doctor himself, who had entered by the open door unobserved by me. I joined in the laugh against myself, but blushed, nevertheless, for man does not like, as a rule, to be caught talking earnestly either to himself or to a dumb creature.

Why, Mellon, he said, sitting down beside me, and patting my dog, I imagined from your tones, as I entered, that you were having some serious conversation with my wife.

No; Mrs McTougall has not yet returned from her drive. I was merely having a chat with Dumps. I had of late, in my lodgings, got into a way of thinking aloud, as it were, while talking to my dog. I suppose it was with an unconscious desire to break the silence of my room.

No doubt, no doubt, replied the doctor, with a touch of sympathy in his tone.

You must have been rather lonely in that attic of yours. And yet do you know, I sometimes sigh for the quiet of such an attic! Perhaps when youve been some months under the same roof with these miniature thunderstorms, Jack, Harry, Job, Jenny, and Dolly, youll long to go back to the attic.

A tremendous thump on the floor overhead, followed by a wild uproar, sent the doctor upstairs  three steps at a stride. I sat prudently still till he returned, which he did in a few minutes, laughing.

What dyou think it was? he cried, panting. Only my Dolly tumbling off the chest of drawers. My babes have many pleasant little games. Among others, cutting off the heads of dreadful traitors is a great favourite. They roll up a sheet into a ball for the head. Then each of them is led in turn to the scaffold, which is the top of a chest of drawers. One holds the ball against the criminals shoulders, another cuts it off with a wooden knife, a basket receives it below, then one of them takes it out, and, holding it aloft shouts Behold the head of a traitor! It seems that four criminals had been safely decapitated, and Dolly was being led to the fatal block, when she slipped her foot and fell to the ground, overturning Harry and a chair in her descent. That was all.

Not hurt, I hope?

Oh no! They never get hurt  seriously hurt, I mean. As to black-and-blue shins, scratches, cuts, and bumps, they may be said to exist in a perpetually maimed condition.

Strange! said I musingly, that they should like to play at such a disagreeable subject.

Disagreeable! exclaimed my friend, pooh! thats nothing. You should see them playing at the horrors of the Inquisition. My poor wife sometimes shudders at the idea that we have been gifted with five monsters of cruelty, but any one can see with half an eye that it is a fine sense of the propriety of retributive justice that influences them.

Any one who chooses to go and look at the five innocent faces when they are asleep, said I, laughing, can see with a quarter of an eye that you and Mrs McTougall are to be congratulated on the nature of your little ones.

Of course we are, my dear fellow, returned the doctor with enthusiasm. But 
to change the subject  has little Slidder been here to-day?

Not that I know of.

Ah! there he is said the doctor, as, at that instant, the door-bell rang; there is insolence in the very tone of his ring. He has pulled the visitors bell, too, and there goes the knocker! Of all the imps that walk, a London street-boy is The sentence was cut short by the opening of the door and the entrance of my little protégé. He had evidently got himself up for the occasion, for his shoeblack uniform had been well brushed, his hands and face severely washed, and his hair plastered well down with soap-and-water.

Come in, Slidder  thats your name, isnt it? said the doctor.

It is, sir  Robin Slidder, at your sarvice, replied the urchin, giving me a familiar nod. Ope your leg aint so cranky as it wos, sir. Gittin all square, eh?

I repressed a smile with difficulty as I replied It is much better, thank you.

Attend to what Dr. McTougall has to say to you.

Hall serene, he replied, looking with cool urbanity in the doctors face, fire away!

Youre a shoeblack, I see, said the doctor.

Thats my purfession.

Do you like it?

Vell, wen its dirty weather, with lots o mud, an coppers goin, I does.

Wen its all sunshine an starwation, I doesnt.

My friend Mr Mellon tells me that youre a very good boy.

Little Slidder looked at me with a solemn, reproachful air.

Oh! what a wopper! he said.

We both laughed at this.

Come, Slidder, said I, you must learn to treat us with more respect, else I shall have to change my opinion of you.

Wery good, sir, thats your business, not mine. I wos inwited here, an here I am. Now, wot ave you got to say to me?  thats the pint.

Can you read and write? resumed the doctor.

Cernly not, replied the boy, with the air of one who had been insulted; wot dyou take me for? Dyou think Im a genius as can read an write without avin
bin taught or dyou think Im a monster as wos born readin an writin? Ive ad no school to go to nor nobody to putt me there.

I thought the School Board looked after such as you.

So they does, sir; but Ive been too many for the school-boarders.

Then its your own fault that youve not been taught? said the doctor, somewhat severely.

Not at all, returned the urchin, with quiet assurance. Its the dooty o the school-boarders to ketch me, an they cant ketch me. Thats not my fault. Its my superiority.

My friend looked at the little creature before him with much surprise. After a few seconds contemplation and thought, he continued Well, Slidder, as my friend here says you are a good sort of boy, I am bound to believe him, though appearances are somewhat against you. Now, I am in want of a smart boy at present, to attend to the hall-door, show patients into my consulting-room, run messages  in short, make himself generally useful about the house. How would such a situation suit you?

Wy, doctor, said the boy, ignoring the question, how could any boy attend on your all-door wen its burnt to hashes?

We will manage to have another door, replied Dr. McTougall, with a forbearing smile; meanwhile you could practise on the door of this house.  But that is not answering my question, boy. How would you like the place? Youd have light work, a good salary, pleasant society below stairs, and a blue uniform. In short, Id make a page-in-buttons of you.

Wot about the wittles? demanded this remarkable boy.

Of course youd fare as well as the other servants, returned the doctor, rather testily, for his opinion of my little friend was rapidly falling; I could see that, to my regret.

Now give me an answer at once, he continued sharply. Would you like to come?

Not by no manner of means, replied Slidder promptly.

We both looked at him in amazement.

Why, Slidder, you stupid fellow! said I, what possesses you to refuse so good an offer?

Dr. Mellon, he replied, turning on me with a flush of unwonted earnestness, dyou think Id be so shabby, so low, so mean, as to go an forsake Granny Willis for all the light work an good salaries and pleasant society an
blue-uniforms-with-buttons in London? Whod make er gruel? Whod polish er shoes every mornin till you could see to shave in em, though she dont never put em on? Whod make er bed an light er fires an fetch er odd bits o
coal? An whod read the noos to er, an

Why, Slidder, interrupted Dr. McTougall, you said just now that you could not read.

No more I can, sir but I takes in a old newspaper to er every morning, an
sets myself down by the fire with it before me an pretends to read. I inwents the noos as I goes along; an you should see that old ladys face, an the way er eyes opens wen Im a tapin off the murders an the ighway robberies, an
the burglaries an the fires at ome, an the wars an earthquakes an other scrimmages abroad. It do cheer er up most wonderful. Of course, I stick in any hodd bits o real noos I appens to git hold of, but I aint partickler.

Apparently not said the doctor, laughing. Well, I see its of no use tempting you to forsake your present position  indeed, I would not wish you to leave it.

Some day I may find means to have old Mrs Willis taken better care of, and then  well, we shall see. Meanwhile, I respect your feelings. Good-bye, and give my regards to granny. Say Ill be over to see her soon.

Stay, said I, as the boy turned to leave, you never told me that one of your names was Robin.

Cause it wasnt wen I saw you last; I only got it a few days ago.

Indeed! From whom?

From Granny Willis. She gave me the name, an I likes it, an mean to stick by it  Good arternoon, genlemen. Ta, ta, Punch.

At the word my doggie bounced from under my hand and began to leap joyfully round the boy.

I say, said Robin, pausing at the door and looking back, shes all right I ope. Gittin better?

Who do you mean?

Wy, the guvness, in course  my young lady.

Oh, yes! I am happy to say she is better, said the doctor, much amused by the anxious look of the face, which had hitherto been the quintessence of cool self-possession. But she has had a great shake, and will have to be sent to the country for change of air when we can venture to move her.

I confess that I was much surprised, but not a little gratified, by the very decided manner in which Slidder avowed his determination to stand fast by the poor old woman in whom I had been led to take so strong an interest. Hitherto I had felt some uncertainty as to how far I could depend on the boys affection for Mrs Willis, and his steadiness of purpose; now I felt quite sure of him.

Dr. McTougall felt as I did in the matter, and so did his friend the City man. I had half expected that Dobson would have laughed at us for what he sometimes styled our softness, because he had so much to do with sharpers and sharp practice, but I was mistaken. He quite agreed with us in our opinion of my little waif, and spoke admiringly of those who sought, through evil and good report, to rescue our City Arabs from destruction. And Dobson did more than speak: he gave liberally out of his ample fortune to the good cause.

That evening, just after the gas was lighted, while I was lying on the sofa thinking of these things, and toying with Dumpss ears, the door opened and Mrs McTougall entered, with Miss Blythe leaning on her arm. It was the first time she had come down to the drawing-room since her illness. She was thin, and pale, but to my mind more beautiful than ever, for her brown eyes seemed to grow larger and more lustrous as they beamed upon me.

I leaped up, sending an agonising shoot of pain through my leg, and hastened to meet her. Dumps, as if jealous of me, sprang wildly on before, and danced round his mistress in a whirlwind of delight.

I am so glad to see you, Miss Blythe, I stammered; I had feared the consequences of that terrible night  that rude descent. You  you  are better, I

Thank you; very much better, she replied, with a sweet smile; and how shall I ever express my debt of gratitude to you, Mr Mellon?

She extended her delicate hand. I grasped it; she shook mine heartily.

That shake fixed my fate. No doubt it was the simple and natural expression of a grateful heart for a really important service; but I cared nothing about that.

She blushed as I looked at her, and stooped to pat the jealous and impatient Dumps.

Sit here, darling, on this easy-chair, said Mrs McTougall; you know the doctor allows you only half an hour  or an hour at most  to-night; you may be up longer to-morrow. There; and you are not to speak much, remember.  Mr Mellon, you must address yourself to me. Lilly is only allowed to listen.

Yes, as you truly said, Mr Mellon, continued the good lady, who was somewhat garrulous, her descent was rough, and indeed, so was mine. Oh! I shall never forget that rough monster into whose arms you thrust me that awful night; but he was a brave and strong monster too. He just gathered me up like a bundle of clothes, and went crashing down the blazing stair, through fire and smoke  and through bricks and mortar too, it seemed to me, from the noise and shocks. But we came out safe, thank God, and I had not a scratch, though I noticed that my monsters hair and beard were on fire, and his face was cut and bleeding. I cant think how he carried me so safely.

Ah! the firemen have a knack of doing that sort of thing, said I, speaking to Mrs McTougall, but looking at Lilly Blythe.

So I have heard. The brave, noble men, said Lilly, speaking to Mrs McTougall, but looking at me.

I know not what we conversed about during the remainder of that hour. Whether I talked sense or nonsense I cannot tell. The only thing I am quite sure of is that I talked incessantly, enthusiastically, to Mrs McTougall, but kept my eyes fixed on Lilly Blythe all the time; and I know that Lilly blushed a good deal, and bent her pretty head frequently over her darling Pompey, and fondled him to his hearts content.

That night my leg violently resented the treatment it had received. When I slept I dreamed that I was on the rack, and that Miss Blythe, strange to say, was the chief tormentor, while Dumps quietly looked on and laughed  yes, deliberately laughed  at my sufferings.

Chapter Nine.

On the Scent, but Puzzled.

It was a considerable time after the fire before my leg permitted me to resume my studies and my duties among the poor. Meanwhile I had become a regularly-established inmate of Mr Dobsons house, and was half-jocularly styled Dr. McTougalls assistant.

I confess that I had some hesitation at first in accepting such generous hospitality, but, feeling that I could not help myself till my leg should recover, I became reconciled to it. Then, as time advanced, the doctor  who was an experimental chemist, as well as a Jack-of-all-trades  found me so useful to him in his laboratory, that I felt I was really earning my board and lodging.

Meanwhile Lilly Blythe had been sent to visit an aunt of Dr. McTougalls in Kent for the benefit of her health.

This was well. I felt it to be so. I knew that her presence would have a disturbing influence on my studies, which were by that time nearly completed. I felt, also, that it was madness in me to fall in love with a girl whom I could not hope to marry for years, even if she were willing to have me at all, which I very much doubted.

I therefore resolved to put the subject away from me, and devote myself heartily to my profession, in the spirit of that Word which tells us that whatsoever our hands find to do we should do it with our might.

Success attended my efforts. I passed all my examinations with credit, and became not only a fixture in the doctors family, but as he earnestly assured me, a very great help to him.

Of course I did not mention the state of my feelings towards Lilly Blythe to any one  not being in the habit of having confidants  except indeed, to Dumps. In the snug little room just over the front door, which had been given to me as a study, I was wont to pour out many of my secret thoughts to my doggie, as he sat before me with cocked ears and demonstrative tail.

Youve been the making of me, Dumps, said I, one evening, not long after I had reached the first round of the ladder of my profession. It was you who introduced me to Lilly Blythe, and through her to Dr. McTougall, and you may be sure I shall never forget that! Nay, you must not be too demonstrative. When your mistress left you under my care she said, half-jocularly, no doubt that I was not to steal your heart from her. Wasnt that absurd, eh? As if any heart could be stolen from her! Of course I cannot regain your heart, Dumps, and I will not even attempt it  Honour bright, as Robin Slidder says. By the way, that reminds me that I promised to go down to see old Mrs Willis this very night, so Ill leave you to the tender mercies of the little McTougalls.

As I walked down the Strand my last remark to Dumps recurred to me, and I could not help smiling as I thought of the tender mercies to which I had referred.

The reader already knows that the juvenile McTougalls were somewhat bloodthirsty in their notions of play. When Dumps was introduced to their nursery  by that time transferred from Dobsons dining-room to an upper floor  they at once adopted him with open arms. Dumps seemed to be willing, and, fortunately, turned out to be a dog of exceptionally good-nature. He was also tough. No amount of squeezing, bruising, pulling of the ears or tail, or falling upon him, either accidentally or on purpose, could induce him to bite. He did, indeed, yell hideously at times, when much hurt, and he snarled, barked, yelped, growled, and showed his teeth continually, but it was all in play, for he was dearly fond of romps.

Fortunately, the tall nurse had been born without nerves. She was wont to sit serene in a corner, darning innumerable socks, while a tornado was going on around her. Dumps became a sort of continual sacrifice. On all occasions when a criminal was to be decapitated, a burglar hanged, or a martyr burned, Dumps was the victim; and many a time was he rescued from impending and real death by the watchful nurse, who was too well aware of the innocent ignorance of her ferocious charges to leave Dumps entirely to their tender mercies.

On reaching Mrs Williss little dwelling, I found young Slidder officiating at the tea-table. I could not resist watching him a moment through a crack in the door before entering.

Now then, said he, ere you are! Set to work, old Sneezer, with a will!

The boy had got into a facetious way of calling Mrs Willis by any term of endearment that suggested itself at the moment, which would have been highly improper and disrespectful if it had not been the outflow of pure affection.

The crack in the door was not large enough to permit of my seeing Mrs Willis herself as she sat in her accustomed window with the spout-and-chimney-pot view.

I could only see the withered old hand held tremblingly out for the smoking cup of tea, which the boy handed to her with a benignant smile, and I could hear the soft voice say Thank you, Robin  dear boy  so like!

I tell you what it is, granny, returned Slidder, with a frown, Ill give you up an and you over to the pleece if you go on comparin me to other people in that way.  Now, then, ave some muffins. Theyre all ot and soaked in butter, old Gummy, just the wery thing for your teeth. Fire away, now! Wots the use o
me an Dr. McTougall fetchin you nice things if you wont eat em?

But I will eat em, Robin, thankfully.

That aint the way, old ooman, returned the boy, helping himself largely to the viands which he so freely dispensed; its not thankfully, but heartily, you ought to eat em.

Both, Robin, both.

Not at all, granny. We asked a blessin fust, now, didnt we? Vell, then, wot weve to do next is to go in and win heartily. Arter that its time enough to be thankful.

What a boy it is! responded Mrs Willis.

I saw the withered old hand disappear with a muffin in it in the direction of the old mouth, and at this point I entered.

The wery man I wanted to see, exclaimed Slidder, jumping up with what I thought unusual animation, even for him.

Come along, doctor, just in time for grub. Mrs W. haint eat up all the muffins yet. Fresh cup an saucer; clean plate; ditto knife; no need for a fork; now then, sit down.

Accepting this hearty invitation, I was soon busy with a muffin, while Mrs Willis gave a slow, elaborate, and graphic account of the sayings and doings of Master Slidder, which account, I need hardly say, was much in his favour, and I am bound to add that he listened to it with pleased solemnity.

Now then, old flatterer, wen youve quite done, praps youll tell the doctor that I wants a veeks leave of absence, an then, praps youll listen to what him an mes got to say on that pint. Just keep a stuffin of yourself with muffins, an dont speak.

The old lady nodded pleasantly, and began to eat with apparently renewed appetite, while I turned in some surprise.

A weeks leave of absence? said I.

Just so  a veeks leave of absence  furlow if you prefers to call it so. The truth is, I wants a oliday wery bad. Granny says so, an I thinks shes right.

Dyou think my constitootions made o brass, or cast-iron, or bell-metal, that I should be able to york on an on for ever, black, black, blackin boots an
shoes, without a oliday? Wy, lawyers, merchants, bankers  even doctors 
needs a oliday now an then; ow much more shoeblacks!

Well, said I, with a laugh, there is no reason why shoeblacks should not require and desire a holiday as much as other people, only its unusual 
because they cannot afford it, I suppose.

Ah! thats just were the shoe pinches  as a old genleman shouted to me tother day, with a whack of his umbreller, wen I scrubbed is corns too hard.

Right you are, old stumps, says I, but youll have to pay tuppence farden hextra for that there whack, or be took up for assault an battery. Dyou know that genleman larfed, he did, like a iaena, an paid the tuppence down like a man. I let im off the farden in consideration that he adnt got one, an I had no change.  Vell, to return to the pint  vich was wot the old toper remarked to his wife every night  Ive bin savin up of late.

Saving up, have you?

Yes, them penny banks as done it. Wy, it aint a wirtue to be savin
now-a-days, or good, or that sort o thing. What between city missionaries, an

Sunday-schools, an penny banks, an cheap wittles, and grannies like this here old sneezer, its hardly possible for a young feller to go wrong, even if he was to try. Yes, Ive bin an saved enough to give me a veeks oliday, so Im goin
to ave my oliday in the north. My ealth requires it.

Saying this, young Slidder began to eat another muffin with a degree of zest that seemed to give the lie direct to his assertion, so that I could not refrain from observing that he did not seem to be particularly ill.

Aint I though? he remarked, elongating his round rosy face as much as possible. Thats cause you judge too much by appearances. It aint my body thats wrong  its my spirit. Thats wots the matter with me. If you only saw the inside o my mind youd be astonished.

I thoroughly believe you, said I, laughing. And do you really advise him to go, granny?

Yes, my dear, I do, replied Mrs Willis, in her sweet, though feeble tones.

Youve no idea how hes been slaving and working about me. I have strongly advised him to go, and, you know, good Mrs Jones will take his place. Shes as kind to me as a daughter.

The mention of the word daughter set the poor creature meditating on her great loss. She sighed deeply, and turned her poor old eyes on me with a yearning, inquiring look. I was accustomed to the look by this time, and having no good news to give her, had latterly got into a way of taking no notice of it. That night, however, my heart felt so sore for her that I could not refrain from speaking.

Ah! dear granny, said I, laying my hand gently on her wrist, would that I had any news to give you, but I have none  at least not at present. But you must not despair. I have failed up to this time, it is true, although my inquiries have been frequent, and carefully conducted; but you know, such a search takes a long time, and  and London is a large place.

The unfinished muffin dropped from the old womans hand, and she turned with a deep sigh to the window, where the blank prospect was a not inapt reflection of her own blank despair.

Never more! she said, never more!

Hope thou in God, for thou shalt yet praise Him, who is the health of thy countenance, and thy God, was all that I could say in reply. Then I turned to the boy, who sat with his eyes cast down as if in deep thought, and engaged him in conversation on other subjects, by way of diverting the old womans mind from the painful theme.

When I rose to go, Slidder said he would call Mrs Jones to mount guard, and give me a convoy home.

No sooner were we in the street than he seized my hand, and, in a voice of unusual earnestness, said

Ive got on er tracks!

Whose tracks? What do you mean?

On Edies, to be sure  Edie Willis.

Talking eagerly and fast, as we walked along, little Slidder told me how he had first been put on the scent by his old friend and fellow-waif, the Slogger. That juvenile burglar, chancing to meet with Slidder, entertained him with a relation of some of his adventures. Among others, he mentioned having, many months before, been out one afternoon with a certain Mr Brassey, rambling about the streets with an eye to any chance business that might turn up, when they observed a young and very pretty girl looking in at various shop windows. She was obviously a lady, but her dress showed that she was very poor. Her manner and colour seemed to imply that she was fresh from the country. The two thieves at once resolved to fleece her. Brassey advised the Slogger to come the soft dodge over her, and entice her, if possible, into a neighbouring court. The Slogger, agreeing, immediately ran and placed himself on a doorstep which the girl was about to pass. Then he covered his face with his hands, and began to groan dismally, while Mr Brassey, with native politeness, retired from the scene. The girl, having an unsuspicious nature, and a tender heart, believed the tale of woe which the boy unfolded, and went with him to see his poor mother,
who had just fallen down in a fit, and was dying at that moment for want of physic and some one to attend to her. She suggested, indeed, that the Slogger should run to the nearest chemist, but the Slogger said it would be of no use, and might be too late. Would she just run round an see her? The girl acted on the spur of the moment. In her exuberant sympathy she hurried down an alley, round a corner, under an archway, and walked straight into the lions den!

There Mr Brassey, the lion, promptly introduced himself, and requested the loan of her purse and watch! The poor girl at once understood her position, and turned to fly, but a powerful hand on her arm prevented her. Then she tried to shriek, but a powerful hand on her mouth prevented that also. Then she fainted.

Not wishing to be found in an awkward position, Mr Brassey and the Slogger searched her pockets hastily, and, finding nothing therein, retired precipitately from the scene, taking her little dog with them. As they did so the young girl recovered, sprang wildly up, and rushing back through the court and alley, dashed into the main thoroughfare. The two thieves saw her attempt to cross, saw a cab-horse knock her down, saw a crowd rush to the spot and then saw no more, owing to pressing engagements requiring their immediate presence elsewhere.

There  thats wot the Slogger told me, said little Slidder, with flushed cheeks and excited looks, an I made him give me an exact description o the gal, which was a facsimilar o the pictur painted o Miss Edie Willis by her own grandmother  as like as two black cats.

This is interesting, very interesting, my boy, said I, stopping and looking at the pavement; but I fear that it leaves us no clew with which to prosecute the search.

Of course it dont, rejoined Robin, with one of his knowing looks; but do you think Id go an aggrawate myself about the thing if I adnt more to say than that?

Well, what more have you to say?

Just this, that ever since my talk wi the Slogger Ive bin making wery partikler inquiries at all the chemists and hospitals round about where he said the accident happened, an Ive diskivered one hospital where I appens to know the porter, an I got him to inwestigate, an he found there was a case of a young gal run over on the wery day this happened. She got feverish, he says, an
didnt know what she was sayin for months, an nobody come to inquire arter her, an when she began to git well she sent to Vitechapel to inquire for er grandmother, but er grandmother was gone, nobody knowed where. Then the young gal got wuss, then she got better, and then she left, sayin shed go back to er old ome in York, for she was sure the old lady must have returned there. So thats the reason wy Im goin to recruit my ealth in the north, dye see? But before I go wouldnt it be better that you should make some inwestigations at the hospital?

I heartily agreed to this, and went without delay to the hospital, where, however, no new light was thrown on the subject. On the contrary, I found, what Slidder had neglected to ascertain, that the name of the girl in question was not Edie Willis, but Eva Bright, a circumstance which troubled me much, and inclined me to believe that we had got on a false scent; but when I reflected on the other circumstances of the case I still felt hopeful. The day of Edies disappearance tallied exactly with the date of the robbing of the girl by Brassey and the Slogger. Her personal appearance, too, as described by the Slogger, corresponded exactly with the description given of her granddaughter by Mrs Willis; and, above all, the sending of a messenger from the hospital by the girl to inquire for her grandmother, Mrs Willis, were proofs too strong to be set aside by the mystery of the name.

In these circumstances I also resolved to take a holiday, and join Robin Slidder in his trip to York.

Chapter Ten.

A Disappointment, an Accident, and a Perplexing Return.

But the trip to York produced no fruit! Some of the tradespeople did, indeed, remember old Mrs Willis and her granddaughter, but had neither seen nor heard of them since they left. They knew very little about them personally, and nothing whatever of their previous history, as they had stayed only a short time in the town, and had been remarkably shy and uncommunicative  the result, it was thought, of their having come down in life.

Much disappointed, Slidder and I returned to London.

It is fortunate that we did not tell granny the object of our trip, so that she will be spared the disappointment that we have met with, said I, as the train neared the metropolis.

My companion made no reply; he had evidently taken the matter much to heart.

We were passing rapidly through the gradually thickening groups of streets and houses which besprinkle the circumference of the great city, and sat gazing contemplatively on back yards, chimney cans, unfinished suburban residences, pieces of waste ground, back windows, internal domestic arrangements, etc., as they flew past in rapid succession.

Robin, said I, breaking silence again, and using the name which had by that time grown familiar, have you made up your mind yet about taking service with Dr. McTougall? Now that we have got Mrs Jones engaged and paid to look after granny, she will be able to get on pretty well without you, and you shall have time to run over and see her frequently.

Hm! I dont quite see my way, returned the boy, with a solemn look. You see, sir, if it was a page-in-buttons I was to be, to attend on my young lady the guvness, I might take it into consideration; but to go into buttons an blue merely to open a door an do the purlite to wisitors, an mix up things with bad smells by way of a change  why, dee see, the prospec aint temptin. Besides, I hate blue. The buttons is all well enough, but blue reminds me so of the bobbies that I dont think I could surwive it long  indeed I dont!

Robin, said I reproachfully, Im grieved at your indifference to friendship.

Ow so, sir?

Have you not mentioned merely your objections and the disadvantages, without once weighing against them the advantages?

Vich is?

Which are, said I, being under the same roof with me and with Punch, to say nothing of your young lady!

Ah, to be sure! Vell, but I did think of all that, only, dont you see, Ill come to be under the same roof with you all in course o time wen youve got spliced an set up for

Slidder, said I sternly, and losing patience under the boys presumption, you must never again dare to speak of such a thing. You know very well that it is quite out of the question, and  and  youll get into a careless way of referring to such a possibility among servants or

No; honour bright! exclaimed Slidder, with, for the first time, a somewhat abashed look in his face; I wouldnt for the wealth of the Injies say a word to nobody wotsomever. Its only atween ourselves that I wenturs to

Well, well; enough, said I; dont in future venture to do it even between ourselves, if you care to retain my friendship. Now. Robin, I added, as the train slowed, of course youll not let a hint of our reason for going north pass your lips to poor granny or any one; and give her the old message, that Ill be along to see her soon.

It was pleasant to return to such a hearty reception as I met with from the doctors family. Although my absence had been but for a few days, the children came crowding and clinging round me, declaring that it seemed like weeks since I left them. The doctor himself was, as usual, exuberant, and his wife extremely kind. Miss Blythe, I found, had not yet returned, and was not expected for some time.

But the reception accorded me by the doctor and his family was as nothing to the wild welcome lavished upon me by Dumps. That loving creature came more nearly to the bursting-point than I had ever seen him before. His spirit was obviously much too large for his body. He was romping with the McTougall baby when I entered. The instant he heard my voice in the hall he uttered a squeal  almost a yell  of delight, and came down the two flights of stairs in a wriggling heap, his legs taking comparatively little part in the movement. His paws, when first applied to the wax-cloth of the nursery floor, slipped as if on ice, without communicating motion. On the stairs, his ears, tail, head, hair, heart, and tongue conspired to convulse him. Only when he had fairly reached me did the hind-legs do their duty, as he bounced and wriggled high into air. Powers of description are futile; vision alone is of any avail in such a case. Are dogs mortal? Is such overflowing wealth of affection extinguished at death? Pshaw!

thought I, the man who thinks so shows that he is utterly void of the merest rudiments of common sense!

I did not mention the object of my visit to York to the doctor or his wife.

Indeed, that natural shyness and reticence which I have found it impossible to shake off  except when writing to you, good reader  would in any case have prevented my communicating much of my private affairs to them, but particularly in a case like this, which seemed to be assuming the aspect of a wildly romantic hunt after a lost young girl, more like the plot of a sensational novel than an occurrence in every-day life.

It may be remarked here that the doctor had indeed understood from Mrs Willis that she had somehow lost a granddaughter; but being rather fussy in his desires and efforts to comfort people in distress, he had failed to rouse the sympathy which would have drawn out details from the old woman. I therefore merely gave him to understand that the business which had called me to the north of England had been unsuccessful, and then changed the subject.

Meanwhile Dumps returned to the nursery to resume the game of romps which I had interrupted.

After a general scrimmage, in which the five chips of the elder McTougall had joined, without regard to any concerted plan, Dolly suddenly shouted Top!

What are we to stop for? demanded Harry, whose powers of self-restraint were not strong.

Want a est! said Dolly, sitting down on a stool with a resolute plump.

Rest quick, then, and lets go on again, said Harry, throwing himself into a small chair, while Job and Jenny sprawled on an ottoman in the window.

Seeing that her troops appeared to be exhausted, and that a period of repose had set in, the tall nurse thought this a fitting opportunity to retire for a short recreative talk with the servants in the kitchen.

Now be good, childn, she said, in passing out, and dont urt poor little Dumps.

Oh no, chorused the five, while, with faces of intense and real solemnity, they assured nurse that they would not hurt Dumps for the world.

Well be so dood! remarked Dolly, as the door closed  and she really meant it.

Whatll we do to him now? asked Harry, whose patience was exhausted.

Tut off hims head, cried Dolly, clapping her fat little hands.

No, burn him for a witch, said Jenny.

Oh no! vell skeese him flat till hes busted, suggested Job.

But Jenny thought that would be too cruel, and Harry said it would be too tame.

It must not be supposed that these and several other appalling tortures were meant to be really attempted. As Job afterwards said, it was only play.

Oh! Ill tell you what well do, said Jack, who was considerably in advance of the others in regard to education, well turn him into Joan of Arc.

Whats Joan of Arc? asked Job.

It isnt a what  its a who, cried Jack, laughing.

Is it like Noahs Ark? inquired Dolly.

No, no; its a lady who lived in France, an thought she was sent to deliver her country from  from  I dont know all what, an put on mens cloes an
armour, an went out to battle, an was burnt.

Bunt! shouted Dolly, with sparkling eyes; oh, what fun!  Were goin to bun you, Pompey. They called him by Lilly Blythes name.

Dumps, who sat in a confused heap in a corner, panting, seemed regardless of the fate that awaited him.

But where shall we find armour? said Harry.

I know, exclaimed Job, going to the fireplace, and seizing the lid of a saucepan which stood on the hearth near enough to the tall fender to be within reach, heres somethin.

Capital  a breastplate! Just the thing! cried Jack, seizing it, and whistling to Dumps.

And heres a first-rate helmet, said Harry, producing a toy drum with the heads out.

The strong contrast between my doggies conditions of grigginess and humiliation has already been referred to. Aware that something unusual was pending, he crawled towards Jack with every hair trailing in lowly submission. Poor Joan of Arc might have had a happier fate if she had been influenced by a similar spirit!

Now, sir, stand up on your hind-legs.

The already well-trained and obedient creature obeyed.

There, he said, tying the lid to his hairy bosom; and there, he continued, thrusting the drum on his meek head, which it fitted exactly; now, Madame Joan, come away  the fagots are ready.

With Harrys aid, and to the ineffable joy of Jenny, Job, and Dolly, the little dog was carefully bound to the leg of a small table, and bits of broken toys 
of which there were heaps  were piled round it for fagots.

Dont be cuel, said Dolly tenderly.

Oh no, we wont be cruel, said Jack, who was really anxious to accomplish the whole execution without giving pain to the victim. The better to arrange some of the fastenings he clambered on the table. Dolly, always anxious to observe what was being done, attempted to do the same. Jenny, trying to prevent her, pulled at her skirts, and among them they pulled the table over on themselves. It fell with a dire crash.

Of course there were cries and shouts from the children, but these were overtopped and quickly silenced by the hideous yellings of Dumps. Full many a time had the poor dog given yelp and yell in that nursery when accidentally hurt, and as often had it wagged its forgiving tail and licked the patting hands of sympathy; but now the yells were loud and continuous, the patting hands were snapped at, and Dumps refused to be comforted. His piercing cries reached my study. I sprang upstairs and dashed into the nursery, where the eccentric five were standing in a group, with looks of self-condemning horror in their ten round eyes, and almost equally expressive round mouths.

The reason was soon discovered  poor Dumps had got a hind-leg broken!

Having ascertained the fact, alleviated the pain as well as I could, and bandaged the limb, I laid my doggie tenderly in the toy bed belonging to Jennys largest doll, which was quickly and heartily given up for the occasion, the dispossessed doll being callously laid on a shelf in the meantime.

It was really quite interesting to observe the effect of this accident on the tender-hearted five. They wept over Dumps most genuine tears. They begged his pardon  implored his forgiveness  in the most earnest tones and touching terms. They took turn about in watching by his sick-bed. They held lint and lotion with superhuman solemnity while I dressed his wounded limb, and they fed him with the most tender solicitude. In short, they came out quite in a new and sympathetic light, and soon began to play at sick-nursing with each other. This involved a good deal of pretended sickness, and for a long time after that it was no uncommon thing for visitors to the nursery to find three of the five down with measles, whooping-cough, or fever, while the fourth acted doctor, and the fifth nurse.

The event however, gave them a lesson in gentleness to dumb animals which they never afterwards forgot, and which some of my boy readers would do well to remember. With a laudable effort to improve the occasion, Mrs McTougall carefully printed in huge letters, and elaborately illuminated the sentence, Be kind to Doggie, and hung it up in the nursery. Thereupon cardboard, pencils, paints, and scissors were in immediate demand, and soon after there appeared on the walls in hideously bad but highly ornamental letters, the words Be kind to Cattie. This was followed by Be kind to Polly, which instantly suggested Be kind to Dolly. And so, by one means or another, the lesson of kindness was driven home.

Soon after this event Dr. McTougall moved into a new house in the same street; I became regularly established as his partner, and Robin Slidder entered on his duties as page in buttons. It is right to observe here that, in deference to his prejudices, the material of his garments was not blue, but dark grey.

It was distinctly arranged, however, that Robin was to go home, as he called it, to be with Mrs Willis at nights. On no other condition would he agree to enter the doctors service; and I found, on talking over the subject with Mrs Willis herself, that she had become so fond of the boy that it would have been sheer cruelty to part them. In short, it was a case of mutual love at first sight! No two individuals seemed more unlikely to draw together than the meek, gentle old lady and the dashing, harum-scarum boy. Yet so it was.

My dear,  she always spoke to me now as if I had been her son  this waif,
as people would call him, has clearly been sent to me as a comfort in the midst of all but overwhelming sorrow; and I believe, too, that I have been sent to draw the dear boy to Jesus. You should hear what long and pleasant talks we have about Him, and the Bible, and the better land sometimes.

Indeed! I am glad to hear you say so, granny, and also surprised, because, although I believe the boy to be well disposed, I have seldom been able to get him to open his lips to me on religious subjects.

Ah! but he opens his dear lips to me, doctor, and reads to me many a long chapter out of the blessed Word!

Reads! Can he read?

Ay can he!  not so badly, considering that I only began to teach him two or three months ago. But he knew his letters when we began, and could spell out a few words. Hes very quick, you see, and a dear boy!

Soon afterwards we made this arrangement with Robin more convenient for all parties, by bringing Mrs Willis over to a better lodging in one of the small back streets not far from the doctors new residence.

I now began to devote much of my time to the study of chemistry, not only because it suited Dr. McTougall that I should do so, but because I had conceived a great liking for that science, and entertained some thoughts of devoting myself to it almost exclusively.

In the various experiments connected therewith I was most ably, and, I may add, delightedly, assisted by Robin Slidder. I was also greatly amused by, and induced to philosophise not a little on the peculiar cast of the boys mind. The pleasure obviously afforded to him by the uncertainty as to results in experiments was very great. The probability of a miscarriage created in him intense interest  I will not say hope! The ignorance of what was coming kept him in a constant flutter of subdued excitement, and the astounding results (even sometimes to myself) of some of my combinations, kept him in a perpetual simmer of expectation. But after long observation, I have come to the deliberate conclusion that nothing whatever gave Robin such ineffable joy as an explosion!

A crash, a burst, a general reduction of anything to instantaneous and elemental ruin, was so dear to him that I verily believe he would have taken his chance, and stood by, if I had proposed to blow the roof off Dr. McTougalls mansion.

Nay, I almost think that if that remarkable waif had been set on a bombshell and blown to atoms, he would have retired from this life in a state of supreme satisfaction.

While my mind was thus agreeably concentrated on the pursuit of science, it received a rude, but pleasing, yet particularly distracting shock, by the return of Lilly Blythe. The extent to which this governess was worshipped by the whole household was wonderful  almost idolatrous. Need I say that I joined in the worship, and that Dumps and Robin followed suit? I think not. And yet  there was something strange, something peculiar, something unaccountable, about Miss Blythes manner which I could by no means understand.

Chapter Eleven.

Relates Generally to the Doings and Sayings of Robin Slidder.

My dear, said Mrs McTougall one evening to the doctor, since that little boy Slidder came to stay with us things have become worse and worse; in fact, the house is almost unbearable.

My dear, responded Dr. McTougall, you amaze me; surely the boy has not dared to be rude  insolent to you?

Oh no, its not that; but he must really be forbidden to enter the nursery. Our darlings, you know, were dreadful enough before he came, but since then they have become absolute maniacs.

You dont mean to say that the little rascal has been teaching them bad words or manners, I hope? returned the doctor, with a frown.

Dear me, no, papa; dont get angry, answered the anxious lady  far from it.

On the contrary, I really believe that our darlings have greatly improved his language and manners by their example; but Robins exuberant spirits are far too much for them. It is like putting fire to gunpowder, and they are so fond of him. Thats the difficulty. The boy does not presume, I must say that for him, and he is very respectful to nurse; but the children are constantly asking him to come and play with them, which he seems quite pleased to do, and then his mind is so eccentric, so inventive. The new games he devises are very ingenious, but so exceedingly dangerous and destructive that it is absolutely necessary to check him, and I want you to do it, dear.

I must know something about the nature of the mischief before I can check it,
said the doctor.

Oh, its indescribable, returned the lady; the smell that he makes in the nursery with his chemical experiments is awful; and then poor Pompey, or Dumps, or whatever they call him  for they seem very undecided about his name  has not the life of  I was going to say  a dog with them. Only last night, when you were out, the ridiculous boy proposed the storming of an ogres castle.

Nurse was downstairs at the time, or it could never have happened. Well, of course, Robin was the ogre, darling Dolly was a princess whom he had stolen away, Jack was a prince who was to deliver her, and the others were the princes retainers. A castle was built in one corner of all the tables and chairs in the room piled on each other, with one particular chair so ingeniously arranged that the pulling of it out would bring the castle in ruins to the ground. The plan of attack, as far as I could make out, was that the prince should ring our dinner-bell at the castle gates and fiercely demand admittance, the demand to be followed by a burst from the trumpets, drums, and gongs of his soldiers. The ogre, seated on the castle top with the princess, after a few preliminary yells and howls, was to say, in a gruff voice, that he was too much engaged just then with his dinner  that three roast babies were being dished. When they were disposed of, the princess would be killed, and served up as a sort of light pudding, after which he would open the castle gate. A horrible smell was to be created at this point to represent the roasting of the babies. This was to be the signal for a burst of indignation from the prince and his troops, who were to make a furious assault on the door  one of our largest tea-trays  and after a little the prince was to pull away the particular chair, and rush back with his men to avoid the falling ruin, while the ogre and princess were to find shelter under the nursery table, and then, when the fall was over, they were to be found dead among the ruins. I am not sure whether the princess was to be revived, or she was to have a grand funeral, but the play never got that length.

I was sitting here, listening to the various sounds overhead, wondering what they could be about, when I heard a loud ringing  that was the castle bell. It was soon followed by a burst of toy trumpets and drums. A most disgusting smell began to permeate the house at the same time, for it seems that the ogre set fire to his chemicals too soon.

Then I heard roaring and yelling, which really alarmed me  it was so gruff.

When it stopped, there was a woeful howl  that was the burst of indignation.

The assault came off next, and as the shouting of the troops was mingled with the hammering of the large tea-tray, the ringing of the dinner-bell, and the beating of the gong, you may fancy what the noise was. In the midst of it there was a hideous crash, accompanied by screams of alarm that were too genuine to be mistaken. I rushed up, and found the furniture lying scattered over the room, with darling Dolly in the midst, the others standing in solemn silence around, and Robin Slidder sitting on the ground ruefully rubbing his head.

The truth was that the particular chair had been pulled away before the proper time, and the castle had come down in ruins while the ogre and princess were still on the top of it. Fortunately Robin saved Dolly, at the expense of his own head and shoulder, by throwing his arms round her and falling undermost; but it was a narrow escape, and you really must put a stop to such reckless ongoings.

The doctor promised to do so.

I have to send Robin a message this forenoon, and will administer a rebuke before sending him, he said; but it was plain, from the smile on the doctors face, that the rebuke would not be severe.

Robin, he said, with much solemnity, when the culprit stood before him, take this bottle of medicine to Mr Williams; you know  the old place  and say I want to know how he is, and that I will call to-morrow afternoon.

Yes, sir, said the boy, taking the bottle with an unusually subdued air.

And Robin  stop, continued the doctor. I am told that the children were visited by an ogre last night.

Yes, sir, answered the boy, with an uncertain glance at his questioners grave face.

Well, Robin, you know where that ogre lives. Just call and tell him from me that if he or any of his relations ever come here again Ill cause them to undergo extraction of the spinal marrow, dyou understand?

At first little Slidder felt inclined to laugh, but the doctors face was so unusually stern that he thought better of it, and went away much impressed.

Now Robin Slidder was no loiterer on his errands, nevertheless he did not deem it a breach of fidelity to cast an occasional glance into a picture-shop window, or to pause a few seconds now and then to chaff a facetious cabby, or make a politely sarcastic remark to a bobby. His connection with what he termed igh life had softened him down considerably, and given a certain degree of polish to his wit, but it had in no degree repressed his exuberant spirits.

The distance he had to go being considerable, he travelled the latter part of the way by omnibus. Chancing to be in a meditative frame of mind that day, he climbed to the roof of the bus, and sat down with his hands thrust deep into his pockets, and his eyes deep into futurity. Whether he saw much there I cannot tell, but after wandering for some time in that unknown region, his eyes returned to surrounding things, and, among other objects, alighted on the bus conductor, whose head was within a few inches of his toe. It was the head of the Slogger!

That eccentric individual, having sprung up in a few months from the condition of a big boy to that of an exceedingly young man, had obtained a situation as conductor to a bus. He was so busy with his fares when Robin mounted the bus that he failed to observe him until the moment when the latter returned from futurity. Their eyes met simultaneously, and opened to such an extent that if size had counted for numbers they might have done for four boys.

Hallo, Buttons! was the Sloggers exclamation.

Hallo, Slogger! was that of Robin.

Well, now, this is a pleasure! whod a thought it? said the conductor, reaching up his hand.

Is that for your fare or a shake, Slogger? demanded Robin.

A shake, of course, old feller, replied the other, as Robin grasped the proffered hand;  but I say, he added in a lower key, theres no Slogger now in this ere world; hes dead an buried long ago. My name is Villum Bowls  no connection wotever with Slogger. Oh no! we never mention im;  but, I say, wen did you go into the genteel line? eh, Slidder?

Robin  Robin is my name now, Villum Bowls. Ive changed it since we met last, though I haint cut old friends like you. Robin an Slidder ave been united, an a pretty pair they make, dont they?

Middlin. Old on till I get that ancient stout party shoved in. Looks like as if he was a goin in the opposite direction, but it dont matter so long as we can get im in.  Now, then, sir, mind the step. All right? I say, Slid Robin, I mean

Vell, Slog Villum, I mean; why dont you say wot you mean, eh?

Ow dyou like grey tights an buttons? said the Slogger, with a bland smile.

So  so, replied Robin, with a careless air; the grey is sober enough  quite suitable to my character  an I confess Im fond o the buttons.

Theres enough of em to form a goodish overcoat amost, said the Slogger with a critical grin, but I should ave thought em not sufficiently waterproof in wet weather.

Vell, they aint much use for that, Slog  eh, Villum; but you should see the dazzling display they makes in sunshine. Wy, you can see me half a mile off wen I chance to be walking in Regent Street or drivin in the Park. But I value them chiefly because of the frequent and pleasant talks they get me with the ladies.

You dont mean for to say, Robin, that the ladies ever holds you by the button-oles?

No, I dont; but I holds them wi the buttons. This is the way of it. Wen I chance to see a wery pretty lady  not one o your beauties, you know; I dont care a dump for them stuck-up creatures! but one o your sweet, amiable sort, with souls above buttons, an faces one likes to look at and to kiss wen youve a right to; vell, wen I sees one o these I brushes up again er, an ooks on with my buttons to some of er togs.

If she takes it ill, looks cross, and alf inclined to use strong language, I makes a umble apology, an gets undone as fast as possible, but if she larfs, and says, Stoopid boy; wy dont you look before you? or suthin o that sort, I just ooks on another tag to another button wen were a fumblin at the first one, and so goes on till we get to be quite sociable over it  I might almost say confidential. Once or twice Ive been the victim of misjudgment, and got a heavy slap on the face from angelic hands that ought to ave known better, but on the ole Im willin to take my chance.

Not a bad notion, remarked the Slogger; especially for a pretty little chap like you, Robin.

Right you are, replied the other, but you neednt try on the dodge yourself, for it would never pay with a big ugly grampus like you, Villum.

Having thus run into a pleasant little chat, the two waifs proceeded to compare notes, in the course of which comparison the Slogger gave an outline of his recent history. He had been engaged in several successful burglaries, but had been caught in the act of pocket-picking, for which offence he had spent some weeks in prison. While there a visitor had spoken to him very earnestly, and advised him to try an honest life, as being, to say the least of it, easier work than thieving. He had made the attempt. Through the influence of the same prison-visitor he had obtained a situation, from which he had been advanced to the responsible position which he then held.

And, dyou know, Robin, said the Slogger, I find that honesty pays pretty well, and I means to stick to it.

An I suppose, said Robin, if it didnt pay pretty well youd cut it?

Of course I would, returned the Slogger, with a look of surprise; wots the use o stickin to a thing that dont pay?

Vell, if thems your principles you aint got much to old on by, my tulip,
said Robin.

An wot principles may you old on by, my turnip? asked the Slogger.

It would puzzle me, rather, to tell that, returned Robin, specially talkin
down to the level of my own toes on the top of a bus; but Ill tell you what, Villum, if youll come to No. 6 Grovelly Street, Shadwell Square, just back of Hoboy Crescent, were my master lives, on Sunday next at seven in the evenin, youll hear an see somethin asll open your eyes.

Ah! a meetin-ouse? said the Slogger, with a slight smile of contempt.

Music-alls and publics is meetin-ouses, aint they?

Ah, but they aint prayer-meetin ouses, rejoined the Slogger.

Not so sure o that Villum. Theres a deal o prayer in such places sometimes, an its well for the wisitors that their prayers aint always answered. But our meetin-ouse is for more than prayer  a deal more; and theres my young missus  a real angel  comes in, and olds forth there every Sunday evening to young fellers like you an me. You just come an judge for yourself.

No thankee, returned the Slogger.

As he spoke a lady with a lap-dog made powerful demonstrations with her umbrella. The bus stopped, and the conductor attended to his duties, while Robin, who really felt a strong desire to bring his old comrade under an influence which he knew was working a wonderful change in himself, sat meditating sadly on the obstinacy of human nature.

I say, Robin, said the Slogger, on resuming his perch, dyou know Ive found traces o that young gal as you took such a interest in, as runned away from the old ooman, an was robbed by Brassey an me?

You dont mean that! exclaimed Robin eagerly.

Yes I do. Shes in London, I believe, but I cant exactly say where. I heard of her through Sal  you know Sal, who angs out at the vest end o Potters Lane.

I expect to see Sal in alf an hour, so if youre comin back this way, Ill be at the Black Bull by two oclock, and tell you all I can pump out of er.

Ill be there sharp, said Robin promptly; an now pull up, for I must take to my legs here.

But I say, Robin, if we do find that gal, you wont split on me, eh? You wont tell er who I am or where I is? You wont wictimise your old friend?

Dyou take me for a informer? demanded Robin, with an offended look.

Hall right, cried the Slogger, giving the signal to drive on.

Robin sped quickly away, executed his mission, and returned to the Black Bull in a state of considerable excitement and strong hope.

Slidder was doomed to disappointment. He reached the Black Bull at two oclock precisely.

Vell, my fair one, he said, addressing a waiting-maid who met him in the passage, its good for sore eyes to see the likes o you in cloudy weather.

Dyou appen to know a young man of the name of Sl I mean Villum Bowls?

Yes I do, Mr Imprence, answered the girl.

You couldnt introdooce me to him, could you, Miss Sunshine?

No, I couldnt, because he isnt here, and wont likely be back for two hours.

This reply took all the humour out of Robins tone and manner. He resolved, however, to wait for half an hour, and went out to saunter in front of the hotel.

Half an hour passed, then another, then another, and the boy was fain to leave the spot in despair.

Poor Slidders temperament was sanguine. Slight encouragement raised his hopes very high. Failure depressed him proportionally and woefully low, but, to do him justice, he never sorrowed long. In the present instance, he left the Black Bull grinding his teeth. Then he took to clanking his heels as he walked along in a way that drew forth the comments of several street-boys, to whom, in a spirit of liberality, he returned considerably more than he received. Then he began to mutter between his teeth his private opinion as to faithless persons in general, and faithless Villum, alias the Slogger, in particular, whose character he painted to himself in extremely sombre colours. After that, a heavy thunder-shower having fallen and drenched him, he walked recklessly and violently through every puddle in his path. This seemed to relieve his spirit, for when he reached Hoboy Crescent he had recovered much of his wonted equanimity.

The Slogger was not however, so faithless as his old friend imagined. He had been at the Black Bull before two oclock, but had been sent off by his employer with a note to a house at a considerable distance in such urgent haste that he had not time even to think of leaving a message for his friend.

In these circumstances, he resolved to clear his character by paying a visit on the following Sunday to No. 6 Grovelly Street, Shadwell Square.

Chapter Twelve.

Begins with Love, Hope, and Joy, and ends Peculiarly.

It may not perhaps surprise the reader to learn that after Lilly Blythes return to town, I did not prosecute my studies with as much enthusiasm as before. In fact I divided my attentions pretty equally between Lilly and chemistry.

Now, I am not prone to become sentimentally talkative about my own affairs, but as courtship, and love, and that sort of thing are undoubted and important elements in the chemistry of human affairs, and as they influenced me and those around me to some extent, I cannot avoid making reference to them, but I promise the reader to do so only as far as appears necessary for the elucidation of my story.

First, then, although I knew that my prospects of success as a partner of Dr.

McTougall were most encouraging, I felt that it would be foolish to think of marriage until my position was well established and my income adequate. I therefore strove with all my might to check the flow of my thoughts towards Miss Blythe. As well might I have striven to restrain the flow of Niagara. True love cannot be stemmed! In my case, however, the proverb was utterly falsified, for my true love did run smooth. More than that, it ran fast  very fast indeed, so much so that I was carried, as it were, on the summit of a rushing flood-tide into the placid harbour of Engagement. The anchorage in that harbour is with many people uncertain. With Lilly and me it was not so. The ground-tackle was good; it had caught hold of a rock and held on.

It happened thus. After many weeks of struggling on my part to keep out of Miss Blythes way, and to prevent the state of my feelings from being observed by her  struggles which I afterwards found to my confusion had been quite obvious to her  I found myself standing alone, one Sunday afternoon, in the doctors drawing-room, meditating on the joys of childhood, as exemplified by thunderous blows on the floor above and piercing shouts of laughter. The children had been to church and were working off the steam accumulated there. Suddenly there was a dead silence, which I knew to be the result of a meal. The meal was, I may add, the union of a late dinner with an early tea. It was characteristic of Sundays in the McTougall nursery.

The thought of this union turned my mind into another channel. Just then Miss Blythe entered. She looked so radiant that I forgot myself, forgot my former struggles, my good resolutions  everything except herself  and proposed on the spot!

I was rejected  of course! More than that, I was stunned! Hope had told me many flattering tales. Indeed, I had felt so sure, from many little symptoms, that Lilly had a strong regard for me  to say the least  that I was overwhelmed, not only by my rejection, but by the thought of my foolish self-assurance.

I dont wonder that you look upon me as a presumptuous, vain, contemptible fellow, said I, in the bitterness of my soul.

But I do not regard you in that light, said Lilly, with a faint smile, and then, hesitatingly, she looked down at the carpet.

In what light do you regard me, Miss Blythe? said I, recovering a little hope, and speaking vehemently.

Really, Dr. Mellon, you take me by surprise; your manner  so abrupt  so

Oh! never mind manner, dear Miss Blythe, said I, seizing her hand, and forcibly detaining it. You are the soul of truth; tell me, is there any hope for me?  can you care for me?

Dr. Mellon, she said, drawing her hand firmly away, I cannot, should not reply. You do not know all the  the circumstances of my life  my poverty, my solitary condition in the world  my  my

Miss Blythe, I exclaimed, in desperation, if you were as poor as a  a 
church rat, as solitary as  as  Adam before the advent of Eve, I would count it my chief joy, and

Hallo! Mellon, hi! I say! where are you? shouted the voice of the doctor at that moment from below stairs. Heres Dumps been in the laboratory, and capsized some of the chemicals!

Coming, sir! I shouted; then tenderly, though hurriedly, to Miss Blythe, You will let me resume this subject at

Hallo! look sharp! from below.

Yes, yes, Ill be down directly!  Dear Miss Blythe, if you only knew

Why, the dogs burning all over  help me! roared the doctor.

Miss Blythe blushed and laughed. How could she help it? I hastily kissed her hand, and fled from the room.

That was the whole affair. There was not enough, strictly speaking, to form a ground of hope; but somehow I knew that it was all right. In the laboratory I found Dumps smoking, and the doctor pouring water from the tap on his dishevelled body. He was not hurt, and little damage was done; but as I sat in my room talking to him that evening, I could not help reproaching him with having been the means of breaking off one of the most important interviews of my life.

However, Dumps, I continued, your good services far outweigh your wicked deeds, and whatever you may do in the future, I will never forget that you were the means of introducing me to that angel, Lilly Blythe.

The angel in question went that Sunday evening at seven oclock, as was her wont, to a Bible class which she had started for the instruction of some of the poor neglected boys and lads who idled about in the dreary back streets of our aristocratic neighbourhood. The boys had become so fond of her that they were eager to attend, and usually assembled round the door of the class-room before the hour.

My protégé, Robin Slidder, was of course one of her warmest adherents. He was standing that night apart from the other boys, contemplating the proceedings of two combative sparrows which quarrelled over a crumb of bread on the pavement, and had just come to the conclusion that men and sparrows had some qualities in common, when he was attracted by a low whistle, and, looking up, beheld the Slogger peeping round a neighbouring corner.

Hallo! Slog  Villum I mean; how are you? Come along. Vell, I am glad to see you, for, dyou know, arter you failed me that day at the Black Bull, I have bin givin you a pretty bad character, an callin you no end o bad names.

Is that what your angel teaches you, Robin?

Vell, not exactly, but youll hear wot she teaches for yourself to-night, I ope. Come, Im right glad to see you, Villum. What was it that prevented you that day, eh?

When the Slogger had explained and cleared his character, Robin asked him eagerly if he had ascertained anything further about the girl whom he and Brassey had robbed.

Of course I have, said the Slogger, and its a curious suckumstance that er place of abode  so Sally says  is in the Vest End, not wery far from here. She gave me the street and the name, but wasnt quite sure of the number.

Vell, come along, lets hear all about it, said Robin impatiently.

Wy, wots all your urry? returned the Slogger slowly; I aint goin away till Ive heerd wot your angels got to say, you know. Besides, I must go arter your meetings over an watch the ouse till I see the gal an make sure that its her, for Sally may have bin mistook, you know.

You dont know her name, do you? asked Robin; it wasnt Edie Willis, now, was it?

Ow should I know er name? answered the Slogger. Dyou think I stopped to inquire wen I elped to relieve er of er propity?

Ah, I suppose not. Vell, I suppose youve no objection to my goin to watch along wi you.

None wotsomever; ony remember, if it do turn out to be er, you wont betray me. Honour bright! She may be revengeful, you know, an might ave me took up if she got old of me.

Robin Slidder faithfully and earnestly pledged himself. While he was speaking there was a general movement among the lads and boys towards the class-room, for Miss Blythe was seen coming towards them. The two friends moved with the rest.

Just as he was about to enter the door, Robin missed his companion, and, looking back, saw him bending down, and holding his sides as if in pain.

Wots wrong now? he inquired, returning to him.

Oh! Im took so bad, said the Slogger, looking very red, and rubbing himself; a old complaint as I thought I was cured of. Oh, dear! youll ave to excuge me, Robin. Ill go an take a turn, an come in if I gits better. If not, Ill meet you round the corner arter its over.

So saying, the Slogger, turning round, walked quickly away, and his little friend entered the class-room in a state of mind pendulating between disgust and despair, for he had no expectation of seeing the slippery Slogger again that night.

When the meeting was over, Miss Blythe returned home. I saw her enter the library. No one else was there, I knew. The gas had not yet been lighted, and only a faint flicker from the fire illumined the room. Unable to bear the state of uncertainty under which my mind still laboured, I resolved to make assurance doubly sure, or quit the house  and England  for ever!

I spare the reader the details. Suffice it to say that after much entreaty, I got her to admit that she loved me, but she refused to accept me until she had told me her whole history.

Then Im sure of you now, said I, in triumph; for, be your history what it may, Ill never give you up, dearest Lilly

Dont call me Lilly, she said in a low, quiet tone; it is only a pet name which the little ones here gave me on my first coming to them. Call me Edith.

I will, said I, with enthusiasm, a far more beautiful name. Ill

Hallo! hi! Mellon, are you there?

For the second time that day Dr. McTougall interrupted me, but I was proof against annoyance now.

Yes, I am here, I shouted, running downstairs. Surely Dumps is not burning himself again  eh?

Oh no, returned my friend, with a laugh  only a telegram. However, its important enough to require prompt attention. The Gordons in Bingley Manor  you know them  telegraph me to run down immediately; old lady ill. Now, it unfortunately happens that I have an engagement this evening which positively cannot be put off, so I must send you. Besides, I know well enough what it is.

Theyre easily alarmed, and Im convinced it is just the old story. However, the summons must be obeyed. You will go for me. The train starts in half an hour.

You will have plenty of time to catch it, if you make haste. Youll have to stay all night. No return train till to-morrow, being an out-of-the-way place. There, off with you. Put the telegram in your pocket for the address.

So saying, the doctor put on his hat and left the house.

Summoning Robin Slidder, I bade him pack a few things into my travelling-bag while I wrote a note. When he had finished he told me of his interview with the Slogger. I was greatly interested, and asked if he had gone to see his friend after the meeting.

No, sir, I didnt. I meant to, but Miss Blythe wanted me to walk ome with er, it was so dark, an wen I went back he had gone.

Pity, Robin  a great pity, said I, hastily strapping up my bag, but no doubt hell come here again to see you.  Now, dont forget to take over that parcel of tea and sugar, etc., to Mrs Willis. Go as soon as you can. Saying this, I left the house.

The new residence of the old woman being now so near to Hoboy Crescent the parcel was soon delivered, and Robin officiated at the opening of it, also at the preparing and consuming of some of its contents. Of course he chatted vigorously, as was his wont, but was particularly careful to make not the most distant allusion to the Slogger or his reports, being anxious not to arouse her hopes until he should have some evidence that they were on a true scent. Indeed, he was so fearful of letting slip some word or remark on the subject and thereby awakening suspicion and giving needless pain, that he abstained from all reference to the meeting of that evening, and launched out instead into wonderful and puzzling theological speculations, of which he was very fond.

Meanwhile I was carried swiftly into the country. The lamp in my carriage was too dim to permit of reading; I therefore wrapped myself in my rug and indulged in pleasant meditations.

It was past midnight when I arrived at the station for Bingley Manor, where I found a gig awaiting me. A sharp drive of half an hour and I was at the mansion door.

Dr. McTougall was right. There was little the matter with old Mrs Gordon, but the family were nervous, and rich  hence my visit. I did what was necessary for the patient, comforted the rest by my presence, had a sound nights rest, an early breakfast, a pleasant drive in the fresh frosty air, and a brief wait of five minutes, when the punctual train came up.

There is something inexpressibly delightful in a ride, on a sharp frosty morning, in an express train. I have always felt a wild bounding sensation of joy in rapid motion. The pace at which we went that morning was exceptionally charming. Had I known that the engine-driver was intoxicated perhaps it might not have been quite so exhilarating, but I did not know that. I sat comfortably in my corner thinking of Edith, and gazing with placid benignity at the frosted trees and bushes which sparkled in the red wintry sun.

Yes, it was a glorious ride! I never had a better. The part of the country through which we passed was lovely. One can always gaze comfortably at the distant landscape from a railway carriage, however great the speed. As for the immediate foreground, it reminded me of a race  houses, trees, farms, towns, villages, hamlets, horses, sheep, cattle, poultry, hayricks, brickfields, were among the competitors in that race. They rushed in mad confusion to the rear. I exulted in the pace. Not so a stout elderly gentleman in the opposite corner, who evidently disliked it  so true is it that one mans meat is anothers poison.

There is no reason to fear, sir, said I, with a smile, by way of reassuring him. This is a most excellently managed line  one never hears of accidents on it.

Too fast just now, anyhow, returned the elderly gentleman testily.

Just then the whistle was heard sounding violently.

That is a sign of safety, said I; shows that they are on the alert.

A severe application of the brakes caused me to stop abruptly, and the elderly man to seize the arms of his seat with a convulsive grasp.

Suddenly there was a mighty crash. The sensations in my mind that followed were suggestive of cannons, rockets, bombs, fireworks, serpents, shooting-stars, and tumbling débris. Then  all was dark and silent as the grave!

Chapter Thirteen.

A Wonderful Discovery.

Slowly recovering consciousness, I found myself lying on the floor of a waiting-room, with a gentleman bending over me. Instantly recollecting what had occurred, I endeavoured to start up, but was obliged to fall back again.

You must lie quiet sir, said the gentleman. Youre not much hurt. We will send you on, if you choose, by the train that is expected in a few minutes.

Is the elderly gentleman safe? I asked eagerly.

Which elderly gentleman? There were several in the train, but none are injured, I believe, though some are much shaken. Nobody has been killed. It has been quite a miraculous escape.

Merciful  call it merciful, my dear sir, said I, looking upwards and thanking God with all my heart for sparing my life.

Two days after that I lay on the drawing-room sofa in Hoboy Crescent. Mr and Mrs McTougall had gone out. So had the children, the forenoon being fine. Edith had remained at home, for reasons which she did not see fit to divulge. She sat beside me with one of her hands in mine. It was all arranged between us by that time.

Edith, said I after a short pause in our conversation, I have long wanted to tell you about a dear little old lady with whom Robin Slidder and I have had much to do. Shes one of my poor patients, whom I have not mentioned to you before, but Ive heard something about her lately which makes me wish to ask your advice  perhaps your aid  in a rather curious search which Ive been engaged in for a long time past.

I will go for my work, John, and you shall tell me all about it, she replied, rising. I shall be five or ten minutes in preparing it. Can you wait patiently?

Well, Ill try, though of course it will be like a separation of five or ten years, but Dumps and I will solace each other in your absence.  By the way, touch the bell as you pass. I should like to see Robin, not having had a talk with him since the accident.

When Robin appeared I asked him if he had seen the Slogger.

No, sir, I avent, replied Robin, with a somewhat cross look. That there Slogger has played me false these two times. Leastwise, though he couldnt elp it the fust time, hes got to clear isself about the second.

You know where the Slogger lives, dont you? I asked.

Oh yes, but its a long, long way off, an I durstnt go without leave, an
since you was blowed up i the train Ive scarce ad a word with the doctor 
hes bin that busy through avin your patients on is ands as well as is own.

Well, Robin, I give you leave to go. Be off within this very hour, and see that you bring me back some good news. Now that we have reason to believe the poor girl is in London, perhaps near us, I cannot rest until we find her  or prove the scent to have been a false one. Away with you!

As the boy went out, Edith came back with her work basket.

Ive been thinking, said I, as she sat down on a stool beside me, that before beginning my story, it would be well that you should unburden your dear little heart of that family secret of yours which you thought at first was a sufficient bar to our union. But before you begin, let me solemnly assure you that your revelations, whatever they are, will utterly fail to move me. Though you should declare yourself to be the daughter of a thief, a costermonger, or a chimpanzee monkey  though you should profess yourself to have been a charwoman, a foundling, a Billingsgate fish-woman, or a female mountebank  my feelings and resolves will remain the same. Sufficient for me to know that you are you, and that you are mine!  There, go on.

Truly, then, if such be your feelings, there is no need of my going on, or even beginning, she replied, with a smile, and yet with a touch of sadness in her tone which made me grasp her hand.

Ah, Edith! I did not mean to hurt you by my jesting, and yet the spirit of what I say is true  absolutely true.

You did not hurt me, John; you merely brought to my remembrance my great sorrow and

Your great sorrow! I exclaimed in surprise, gazing at her smooth young face.

Yes, my great sorrow, and I was going to add, my loss. But you shall hear. I have no family mystery to unfold. All that I wished you to know on that head was that I am without family altogether. All are dead. I have no relation on earth 
not one.

She said this with such deep pathos, while tears filled her eyes, that I could not have uttered a word of comfort to save my life.

And, she continued, I am absolutely penniless. These two points at first made me repel you  at least, until I had explained them to you. Now that you look upon them as such trifles I need say no more. But the loss to which I have referred is, I fear, irreparable. You wont think me selfish or tiresome if I go back to an early period of my history?

Selfish! tiresome! I repeated, oh, Edith!

Well, then, many years ago my father and mother lived by the seashore not far from Yarmouth. They were poor. My father gave lessons in French, my mother taught music. But they earned sufficient to support themselves and my grandmother and me in comfort. We were a very happy family, for we all loved God and tried to follow in the footsteps of Jesus. I gave them, indeed, a great deal of trouble at first, but He overcame my stubborn heart at last, and then there was nothing to mar the happiness of our lives. But sickness came. My father died. My mother tried to struggle on for a time, but could not earn enough; I tried to help her by teaching, but had myself need of being taught. At last we changed our residence, in hopes of getting more remunerative employment, but in this we failed. Then my mother fell sick and died.

She stopped at this point.

Oh, Edith! this makes you doubly dear, said I, drawing her nearer to me.

In a few minutes she continued

Being left alone now with my grandmother, I resolved to go to London and try to find employment in the great city. We had not been long here, and I had not yet obtained employment when an extraordinary event occurred which has ever since embittered my life. I went out for a walk one day, and was robbed.

How strange! I exclaimed, half rising from the sofa. What a curious coincidence!

What! How? What do you mean? she asked, looking at me in surprise.

Never mind just now. When I come to tell you my story you will understand.

There is a robbery of a young girl in it too.  Go on.

Well, then, as I said, I was robbed by a man and a boy. I had dear little Pompey with me at the time, and that is the way I came to lose him. But the terrible thing was that an accident befell me just after I was robbed, and I never saw my darling grandmother again

Coincidence! I exclaimed, starting up, as a sudden thought was forced upon my mind, and my heart began to beat violently, this is more than a coincidence; and yet  it cannot be  pooh! impossible! ridiculous! My mind is wandering.

I sank back somewhat exhausted, for I had been considerably weakened by my accident. Edith was greatly alarmed at my words and looks, and blamed herself for having talked too much to me in my comparatively weak condition.

No, you have not talked too much to me. You cannot do that, dear Edie, I said.

It was now her turn to look bewildered.

Edie! she echoed. Why  why do you call me Edie?

I covered my eyes with my hand, that she might not see their expression.

There can be no doubt now, I thought; but why that name of Blythe? Then aloud:

It is a pretty contraction for Edith, is it not? Dont you like it?

Like it? Yes. Oh, how much! But  but

Well, Edie, I said, laying powerful restraint on myself, and looking her calmly in the face, you must bear with me to-night. You know that weakness sometimes causes men to act unaccountably. Forgive me for interrupting you. I wont do it again, as the naughty boys say.  Go on, dear, with your story.

I once more covered my eyes with my hand, as if to shade them from the light, and listened, though I could scarcely conceal my agitation.

The name of Edie, she continued, is that by which my darling granny always called me, and it sounded so familiar  yet so strange  coming from your lips.

But, after all, it is a natural abbreviation. Well, as I said, an accident befell me. I had burst away from the thieves in a state of wild horror, and was attempting to rush across a crowded thoroughfare, when a cab knocked me down. I felt a sharp pang of pain, heard a loud shout and then all was dark.

On recovering I found myself lying in one of the beds of a hospital. My collar-bone had been broken, and I was very feverish  scarcely understood where I was, and felt a dull sense of oppression on my brain. They spoke to me, and asked my name. I dont remember distinctly how I pronounced it, but I recollect being somewhat amused at their misunderstanding what I said, and calling me Miss Eva Bright! I felt too ill to correct them at the time, and afterwards became so accustomed to Eva  for I was a very long time there  that I did not think it worth while to correct the mistake. This was very foolish and unfortunate, for long afterwards, when I began to get well enough to think coherently, and sent them to let granny know where I was, they of course went with the name of Eva Bright. It was very stupid, no doubt, but I was so weak and listless after my long and severe illness that this never once occurred to me. As it turned out, however, there would have been no difference in the result, for my darling had left her lodging and gone no one knew where. This terrible news brought on a relapse, and for many weeks, I believe, my life hung on a thread. But that thread was in the hand of God, and I had no fear.

What is the name, Edie, of the grandmother you have lost? I asked, in a low, tremulous voice.

Willis  but  why do you start so? Now I am quite sure you have been more severely hurt than you imagine, and that my talking so much is not good for you.

No  Edie  no. Go on, I said firmly.

I have little more to tell, she continued. Dear Dr. McTougall had attended me in the hospital, and took a fancy to me. When I was well enough to leave, he took me home to be governess to his children. But my situation has been an absolute sinecure as yet, for he says I am not strong enough to work, and wont let me do anything. It was not till after I had left the hospital that I told my kind friend the mistake that had been made about my name, and about my lost grandmother. He has been very kind about that, and assisted me greatly at first in my search for her. But there are so many  so many people of the name of Willis in London  old ladies too! We called together on so many that he got tired of it at last. Of course I wrote to various people at York, and to the place where we had lived before going there, but nothing came of it, and now 
my hopes have long ago died out  that is to say, almost  but I still continue to make inquiries.

She paused here for some time, and I did not move or speak, being so stunned by my discovery that I knew not what to say, and feared to reveal the truth to Edith too suddenly. Then I knew by the gentle way in which she moved that she thought I had fallen asleep. I was glad of this, and remained quietly thinking.

There was no doubt now in my mind that Edie Blythe was this lost granddaughter of old Mrs Willis, but the name still remained an insoluble mystery.

Edie, said I abruptly, is your name Blythe?

Of course it is, she said, in startled surprise, why should you doubt it?

I dont doubt it, said I, but Im sorely puzzled. Why is it not Willis?

Why? exclaimed Edie, with a little laugh, because I am the daughter of Granny Williss daughter  not of her son. My fathers name was Blythe!

The simplicity of this explanation, and my gross stupidity in quietly assuming from the beginning, as a matter of course, that the lost Edies name was the same as her grandmothers, burst upon me in its full force. The delusion had been naturally perpetuated by Mrs Willis never speaking of her lost darling except by her Christian name. For a few seconds I was silent, then I exploded in almost an hysterical fit of laughter, in the midst of which I was interrupted by the sudden entrance of my doggie, who had returned from a walk with Robin, and began to gambol round his mistress as if he had not seen her for years.

Oh, sir! I say! Ive diskivered all about

Little Slidder had rushed excitedly into the room, but stopped abruptly on observing Miss Blythe, who was looking from him to me with intense surprise.

Before another word could be said, a servant entered:

Please, Miss Blythe, Doctor McTougall wishes to see you in his study.

She left us at once.

Now, Robin, said I, with emphasis, sit down on that chair, opposite me, and lets hear all about it.

The excited boy obeyed, and Dumps, leaping on another chair beside him, sat down to listen, with ears erect, as if he knew what was coming.

Oh, sir! you never  such a go! began Robin, rubbing his hands together slowly as he spoke. The Slogger! he twigged er at once. Youll open your eyes so wide that youll never git em shut again, wen you hears. No, I never did see such a lark! Edies found! Ive seen her! She aint the Queen  oh no; nor yet one o
the Queens darters  by no means; nor yet a duchess  oh dear no, though shes like one. Who dye think she is? But youll never guess.

Ill try, said I, with a quiet smile, for I had subdued myself by that time.

Try away then  who?

Miss Edith Blythe!

On hearing this, little Slidders eyes began to open and glisten till they outshone his own buttons.

Why  how  ever  did you come to guess it? gasped the boy, on recovering himself.

I did not guess it, I found it out. Do you suppose that nobody can find out things except Sloggers and pages in buttons?

Oh, sir, do tell! entreated the boy.

I did tell, and after we had each told all that we knew, we mentally hugged ourselves, and grew so facetious over it that we began to address Dumps personally, to that intelligent creatures intense satisfaction.

Now, Robin, said I, we must break this very cautiously to the old lady and Miss Blythe.

Oh, in course  we-r-y cautiously, assented the urchin, with inconceivable earnestness.

Well, then, off you go and fetch my greatcoat. Well go visit Mrs Willis at once.

At vunce, echoed Robin, as he ran out of the room, with blazing cheeks and sparkling eyes.

Lilly, said Dr. McTougall, as Edith entered his consulting-room. Im just off to see a patient who is very ill, and there is another who is not quite so ill, but who also wants to see me. Ill send you to the latter as my female assistant, if you will go. Her complaint is chiefly mental. In fact, she needs comfort more than physic, and I know of no one who is comparable to you in that line. Can you go?

Certainly, with pleasure. Ill go at once.

Her name, said the doctor, is Willis.  By the way, that reminds me of your loss, dear girl, he continued in a lower tone, as he gently took her hand, but I would not again arouse your hopes. You know how many old women of this name we have seen without finding her.

Yes, I know too well, returned poor Edith, while the tears gathered in her eyes. I have long ago given up all hope.

But notwithstanding her statement Edith had not quite given way to despair. In spite of herself her heart fluttered a little as she sped on this mission to the abode of another old Mrs Willis.

Chapter Fourteen.

The Last.

When Robin and I reached the abode of our old friend  in a state, let me add, of almost irrepressible excitement  we found her seated in the old arm-chair by the window, gazing sadly out on the prospect.

It was not now the prospect of red brick and water-spout, with a remote distance of chimney  cans and cats, which had crushed the old ladys spirit in other days  by no means. There was a picturesque little court, with an old pump in the centre to awaken the fancy, and frequent visits from more or less diabolical street-boys, to excite the imagination. Beyond that there was the mews, in which a lively scene of variance between horses and men was enacted from morning till night  a scene which derived much additional charm from the fact that Mrs Willis, being short-sighted, formed fearfully incorrect estimates of men, and beasts, and things in general.

Well, granny, how are you? said I, seating myself on a stool beside her, and thinking how I should begin.

Pretty griggy  eh? inquired little Slidder.

Ah! there you are, my dear boys, said the old lady, who had latterly got to look upon me and my protégé as brothers. You are always sure to come, whoever fails me.

Has any one failed you to-day, granny? I asked.

Yes, Dr. McTougall has, she replied as petulantly as it was possible for her to speak. Ive been feeling very low and weak to-day, and sent for him; but I suppose he thinks its only imagination. Well, well, perhaps it is, she added, after a pause, and with a little sigh. Im very foolish, no doubt.

No, granny, said I, youre not foolish,  (Contrariwise, wery much the reverse, interrupted Slidder)  and Im glad that I chanced to come in, because, perhaps, I may be able to prescribe for you as well as he.

Better, dear boy, better  (Thats it, cheer up! from Slidder)  and it always does me a world of good to see your handsome face.

Well, granny, said I, with a flutter at my heart, as I looked up at her thin careworn face, and began to break the ice with caution, Ive come  I  theres a little piece of  of

Now then, dig in the spurs, doctor, an go at it  neck or nuffin, murmured my impatient companion.

What are you saying, Robin? asked Mrs Willis, with a slightly anxious look.

Theres nothing wrong, I hope?

No, no; nothing wrong, granny, said I, hastening to the point; very much the reverse. But  but  you heard of my accident, of course? I said, suddenly losing heart and beating about the bush.

Stuck again! murmured Slidder, in a tone of disgust.

Yes, yes; I heard of it. You dont mean to say that youre getting worse? said the old lady, with increasing anxiety.

Oh no! Im better  much better. Indeed, I dont think I ever felt so well in my life; and Ive just heard a piece of good news, which, Im quite sure, will make you very glad  very glad indeed!

Go it, sir! Another burst like that and youll be clear out o the wood,
murmured Slidder.

In fact, said I, as a sudden thought struck, Im going to be married!

Whew! you never told me that! exclaimed Slidder, with widening eyes.

Will you be quiet, Robin? said I, rather sternly; how can I get over this very difficult matter if you go on interrupting me so?

Mums the word! returned the boy, folding his hands, and assuming a look of ridiculous solemnity.

At that moment we heard a noise of pattering feet on the landing outside. The door, which had not been properly closed, burst open, and my doggie came into the room all of a heap. After a brief moment lost in apparently searching for his hind-legs, he began to dance and frisk about the room as if all his limbs were whalebone and his spirit quicksilver.

Oh, theres that dog again! Put it out! put it out! cried Mrs Willis, gathering her old skirts around her feet.

Get out, Dumps! how dare you come here, sir, without leave?

I gave him leave, said a sweet voice in the passage.

Next moment a sweeter face was smiling upon me, as Edith entered the room.

There was a feeble cry at the window. I observed that the sweet smile vanished, and a deadly pallor overspread Ediths face, while her eyes gazed with eager surprise at the old lady for a few seconds. Mrs Willis sat with answering gaze and outstretched arms.

Edie!

Granny! was all that either could gasp, but there was no need for more  the lost ones were mutually found! With an indescribable cry of joy Edith sprang forward, fell on her knees, and enfolded granny in her arms.

Ere you are, doctor, whispered Robin, touching me on the elbow and presenting a tumbler of water.

How? What?

Shell need it, doctor. I knows her well, an its the ony thing as does her good wen shes took bad.

Slidder was right. The shock of joy was almost too much for the old lady. She leaned heavily on her granddaughters neck, and if I had not caught her, both must have fallen to the ground. We lifted her gently into bed, and in a few minutes she recovered.

For some time she lay perfectly still. Edith, reclining on the lowly couch, rested her fair young cheek on the withered old one.

Presently Mrs Willis moved, and Edith sat up.

John, said the former to me, looking at the latter, this is my Edie, thanks be to the Lord.

Yes, granny, I know it, and shes my Edie too!

A surprised and troubled look came on her old face. She evidently was pained to think that I could jest at such a moment. I hastened to relieve her.

It is the plain and happy truth that I tell you, granny. Edith is engaged to marry me.  Is it not so?

I turned towards the dear girl, who silently put one of her hands in mine.

Old Mrs Willis spoke no word, but I could see that her soul was full of joy. I chanced to glance at Robin, and observed that that waif had retired to the window, and was absolutely wiping his eyes, while Dumps sat observant in the middle of the room, evidently much surprised at, but not much pleased with, the sudden calm which had succeeded the outburst.

Come, Robin, said I, rising, I think that you and I will leave them 

Good-bye, granny and Edie; I shall soon see you again.

I paused at the door and looked back.

Come, Dumps, come.

My doggie wagged his scrumpy tail, cocked his expressive ears, and glanced from me to his mistress, but did not rise.

Pompey prefers to remain with me, said Edie; let him stay.

Punch is a wise dog, observed Robin, as we descended the stairs together; but you dont ought to let your spirits go down, sir, he added, with a profoundly sagacious glance, cause, of course, he cant elp isself now. Hell ave to stick to you wotever appens  an to me too!

I understood the meaning of his last words, and could not help smiling at the presumptuous certainty with which he assumed that he was going to follow my fortunes.

Is it needful to say that when I mentioned what had occurred to Dr. McTougall that amiable little man opened his eyes to their widest?

You young dog! he exclaimed, was it grateful in you to repay all my kindness by robbing me in this sly manner of my governess  nay, I may say, of my daughter, for I have long ago considered her such, and adopted her in my heart?

It was not done slily, I assure you, said I; indeed, I fought against the catastrophe with all my might  but I  I could not help it at last; it came upon me, as it were, unexpectedly  took me by surprise.

Humph! ejaculated the doctor.

Besides, I added, you can scarcely call it robbery, for are not you and I united as partners, so that instead of robbing you, I have, in reality, created another bond of union between you and Edie?

Hm! said the doctor.

Moreover, I continued, it happens most opportunely just now that the house opposite this one is to let. It is a much smaller and lower-rented house than this, and admirably suited for a very small family, so that if I secure it we will scarcely, I may say, have to quit your roof.

Ah! to be sure, returned the doctor, falling in with my humour, we will have the pleasure of overlooking and criticising each other and our respective households. We may sit at the windows and converse across the street in fine weather, or flatten our noses on the glass, and make faces at each other when the weather is bad. Besides, we can have a tunnel cut under the street and thus have subterranean communication at any time of the day or night  and what a charming place that would be for the children to romp in! Of course, we would require to have it made of bricks or cast-iron to prevent the rats connecting it with the sewers, but

A breeze of pattering feet overhead induced the doctor to pause. It increased to a gale on the staircase, to a tempest in the lobby. The door was burst open, and Jack, and Harry, and Job, and Jenny, and Dolly, with blazing cheeks and eyes, tumbled tumultuously into the room.

Oh papa! screamed Harry, Lillys been out an found her mother!

No, its not  its her gan-muver, shrieked Dolly.

Yes, an Dr. Mellons going to marry her, cried Jenny.

Who?  the grandmother? asked the doctor, with a surprised look.

No  Lilly, they all cried, with a shout of laughter, which Jack checked by stoutly asserting that it was her great-grandmother that Lilly had found. This drew an emphatic, No, its not, from Job, and a firmly reiterated assertion that it was only her gan-muver from Dolly.

But Robin said so, cried Jack.

No, he didnt, said Job.

Yes, he did, cried Harry.

Robin said shes found er gan-muver, said Dolly.

Ill go an ask him, cried Jenny, and turning round, she rushed out of the room. The others faced about, as one child, and the tempest swept back into the lobby, moderated to a gale on the staircase, and was reduced to a breeze 
afterwards to a temporary calm  overhead.

Before it burst forth again the doctor and I had put on our hats and left the house.

From that date forward, for many weeks, the number of lost grandmothers that were found in the McTougall nursery surpasses belief. They were discovered in all sorts of places, and in all imaginable circumstances  under beds, tables, upturned baths, and basin-stands; in closets, trunks, and cupboards, and always in a condition of woeful weakness and melancholy destitution. The part of grandmother was invariably assigned to Dolly, because, although the youngest of the group, that little creature possessed a power of acting and of self-control which none of the others could equal. At first they were careful to keep as close to the original event as possible; but after a time, thirsting for variety, they became lax, and the grandmothers were found not only by granddaughters, but by daughters, and cousins, and nieces, and nephews; but the play never varied in the points of extreme poverty and woe, because Dolly refused, with invincible determination, to change or modify her part.

After a time they varied the performance with a wedding, in which innumerable Dr. Mellons were united to endless Lilly Blythes; but after the real wedding took place, and the cake had been utterly consumed, they returned to their first love  Lost and Found, as they termed it or, the Gan-muvers Play.

So, in course of time, the house over the way was actually taken and furnished.

Edie was installed therein as empress; I as her devoted slave  when not otherwise engaged. And, to say truth, even when I was otherwise engaged I always managed to leave my heart at home. Anatomists may, perhaps, be puzzled by this statement. If so  let them be puzzled! Gan-muver was also installed as queen-dowager, in a suite of apartments consisting of one room and a closet.

It was not in Dr. McTougalls nursery alone that the game of Lost and Found was played.

In a little schoolroom, not far distant from our abode, that game was played by Edie  assisted by Robin Slidder and myself  with considerable success.

Robin crossed the street to me  came over, as it were  with Edith the conqueror and our doggie, and afterwards became a most valuable ally in searching for, drawing forth, tempting out and gathering in the lost. He and I sought for them in some of the lowest slums of London. Robins knowledge of their haunts and ways, and, his persuasive voice, had influence where none but himself  or some one like him  could have made any impression. We tempted them to our little hall with occasional feasts, in which buns, oranges, raisins, gingerbread, and tea played prominent parts, and when we had gathered them in, Edith came to them, like an angel of light and preached to them the gospel of Jesus, at once by example, tone, look, and word.

Among others who came to our little social meetings was the Slogger. That unpunished criminal not only launched with, apparently, heart and soul into the good cause, but he was the means of inducing many others to come, and when, in after years, his old comrade, Mr Brassey, returned from his enforced residence in foreign parts, the Slogger sought for and found him, and stuck to him with the pertinacity of his bulldog nature until he fairly brought him in.

Thus that good work went on with us. Thus it is going on at the present time in many, many parts of our favoured land, and thus it will go on, with Gods blessing, until His people shall all be gathered into the fold of the Good Shepherd  until that day when the puzzlements and bewilderments of this incomprehensible life shall be cleared up; when we shall be enabled to understand why man has been so long permitted to dwell in the midst of conflicting good and evil, and why he has been required to live on earth by faith and not by sight, trusting in the unquestionable goodness and wisdom of Him who is our Life and our Light.

In all our work, whether temporal or spiritual, we had the help and powerful sympathy of our friend Dr. McTougall and his family; also of his friend Dobson, the City man, who was a strong man in more ways than one, and a zealous champion of righteousness  or rightness, as he was fond of calling it, in contradistinction to wrongness.

I meant to let fall the curtain at this point but something which I cannot explain induces me to keep it up a few minutes longer, in order to tell you that the little McTougalls grew up to be splendid men and women; that dear old granny is still alive and well, insomuch that she bids fair to become a serene centenarian; that my sweet Edie is now fair, fat, and forty; that I am grey and hearty; that Dumps is greyer, and so fat, as well as stiff, that he wags his ridiculous tail with the utmost difficulty; that Brassey and the Slogger have gone into partnership in the green-grocery line round the corner; and that Robin Slidder is no longer a boy, but has become a man and a butler. He is still in our service, and declares that he will never leave it. My firm conviction is that he will keep his word as long as he can.

So now, amiable reader, with regret and the best of wishes, we make our final bow-wow  and:

Bid you good-bye,

My doggie and I.

The End.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

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