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THE HISSES GAY.
BY GEORGE COOPER,
“The men that we wed,” • '
With a toss of the head.
Said both of the proud Misses Gay, .
“With cash a good pile . .
Must keep us in style,
And likewise must keep a coupai.
' ..“-They well bred must be,
. Os high family,
For who would wed husbands of low,
' " {Here the family nose
Just a little uprose,)
Their age not o’er thirty or so.
Each year must they go,
And willing or no.
To Newport or else to the Springs,
A pay for our curls
It, diamonds und pearls
And satins and laces and rings."
When these tilings did say,
The d‘av Misses Gay,
They didn’t know much of the world,
And.spite of sore tears,
These lofty ideas,
A step or two lower were hurled.
For what a great eliamc,
No such husbands came
And threw themselves down at their feet:
Though at every ba’l,
They’ strove lor a haul,
And spread out their nets nice and neat,
Oh rare did they dress,
Au<l set off each tress,
To capture the unguarded heart;
With their dearest wiles
They brought sweetest smiles
And placed ill ni on sale in the m, rt.
They sung and they and need,
They flirt’ and, they glanced,
They simp red, they sighed, hut in vain,
For lUnigh now a fop
Would liver to them hop,
'W lit a s.,ip he would jump back again.
And m iny to sip,
Like bees now would dip,
To taste these hymeneal cups;
Vet all soon would rise,
Like gay butterflies,
Or speed away like frightened pups.
Still these Misses Gay,
Right loth to give way,
Did smother vexation and rage,
In powder ami paint,
With scarce a complaint,
Though th-y'd reached a precarious age.
On this life’s race-course,
Like bets on a horse,
A long while they stood with ‘‘no takers,”
Till queer it appears,
Before many years,
They ran off with journeymen bakers !
A BOTTLE OF INDELIBLE INK.
BY MARY KYLE DALLAS.
“Buy a bottle of indelible ink, sir?
Bottle of indelible iuk r only twenty
five cents, sir.”
Twice have these words disturbed
me this morning, as the vendere of the
fluid in question intruded upon my pri
vacy, and awoke the echoes of my
back office with their unmusical voices.
• Thrrcc upon my way down town, after
an early breakfast with my wife,
Mrs. Twiggs, did itinerant merchants,
holding forth small' black bottles, say
unto me, in tones of warning, “Mai k
your clothing.” ’ A quiet negative has
been my" only audible response to
these solicitations, but inwardly I have
replied,- “No, no, my friend; you
don’t catch an old bird with chaff.—
I’ve bought experience dearly, and
mean to profit by it at all events.”—
Yes', dear reader five years ago I
marked my clothjng for the last time ;
the consequenee of. that simple opera
tion can nevpr.' be effaced from my
mind. I you the story from
the beginning.
Five years ago, just previous to the
commencement of the holidays, Mrs.
Twiggs and nayself were contempla
ting a visit tp some relatives who re
sided in the country. We were to
spend Christmas, New Year’s Day,
and the intervening week, away from
home, and of course it was requisite
;„to pack and arrange a certain quan
;',ijty of clothing. It so happened that
in the midst of these preparations,
jcnd„,while stockings, handkerchiefs,
and linen were uppermost in Mrs.
Twiggs’ mind, a druggist near by,
whose shop-windows were in full view
of our street door, suspended therein,
for the benefit of' the public, sundry
placards labelled “Indellible Ink”
“Have you marked your clothing?”
and other words to the same effect.—
Mrs. Twiggs perused these notices,
and, and, as a matter of course, pur
chased a bottle of the fluid, and pro
ceeded to write our names upon our
respective apparel. Asa general
thing, when a woman undertakes any
little enterprise of this sort it becomes,
for the time being, a mania with her.
To cement one fractured vase fills her
mind with a wish to break and repur
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all the china ware in the house. To
dye one ribbon incites her to perform
the same operation on everything dye
able upon the premises. Does she
vanish one box, for months afterward
every drawer, door and table is moist
and shiny, and adheres to your hands
in the most unpleasant manner. You
are glued to the back of your chair
after a nap, and find it impossible to
remove a letter from your desk after
you have written it. Thus it was with
Mrs. Twiggs. She marked everything
in our possession, not only with its
owner’s name in full, but with the
number of the house in which we re
sided, and the name of the street in
which it was located. My shirts,
handkerchiefs, vests, glooves, boots
and umbrella, bore tjie inscription—
“ Thomas Twiggs,. No. 20, Tiptop
Row, N. Y.” Mrs. Twiggs prided
herself greatly on the addition to the
usual form of marking, and although
I had my doubts on the subject I kept
them to myself.’ *
At las.t the clothes were packed,
and we were about to start upon our
journey, when an unexpected piece of
business called me to C —, a little
town lying in quite an opposite di
rection. To postpone this business
was impossible, and it was decided
that I should accomplish it at once,
and Mrs. Twiggs to proceed alone" to
the residence of her relatives, where I
should meet her upon Christmas Eve.'
This appeared to be a very convenient
arrangement, and met with the full
concurrence of Mrs. TANARUS., who was only
to remain long enough after my depar
ture to install anew girl who was
hourly expected, into her office in the
establishment.
On Monday morning I stood upon
the door step, preparatory to taking
my departure, “ Take care of your
self, Thomas,” said Mrs. Twiggs;
“be sure and take care of yourself.”
“Be under no apprehensions, my
dear,” I replied, “ should I be lost,
any one who finds me will only have
to look in my hat, or upon my hand
kerchief, to know just where I belong.
You've made me a. marked man, Mrs.
T.’ With these words I kissed Mrs.
Twiggs and departed, promising faith
fully to meet Jier upon Christmas Eve.
How little did I think as, in button
ing my glove, my eyes fell upon the
words, “ Thomas Twiggs, No. 20
Tiptop Row,” written upon the white
lining, of what ’consequence these
words were destined to become; of
what —but I will not anticipate.
• • ..Late oh Tuesday evening the cars
rattled and screamed through the out
skirts of C , and ere many min
utes hud elapsed', I stood, portmanteau
in hand, at the corner of something
called by courtesy a street, delibera
ting which path to pursue in order to
obtain refreshment' and repose. There
were few or no lamps visible, and save
for the stray gleams which streamed
here and there ft om the window of
some distant...simp, the seene .would
have been wrapped .ifr•perfect dark
ness. A chilly .'lain was begihning to
fall, and the-.-path was full of man
traps and pit.vfttlfs, in the shape of mud
holes and unexpected rocks and stumps.
No eager cabmen, or.omnibus drivers,
assailed me witjj requests to ride-.-np
anywhere. Nb’pOrter on ta
king possession of my luggage. t -I
was the only passenger who had stopped'
at C ; —, and nay arrival wajs no
ticed by no one. -I who had been Ac
customed to see ciowds laying in wait
for me upon .wharves; who had been
claimed as a prize by drivers, and put
into cabs against my will; I, neglect
ed thus. I felt, I must:confess it, very
much aggrieved.
“I suppose they have a hotel,” I
muttered. “ I wonder where I shall
find it.”
“As I spoke these words, a short
“ Hem !” startled me. I ( turned, but
could only . .perceive an indistinct fig
ure, which appeared to be that of a
man. From this form’ proceeded a
voice, which said:
“Is this your glove, sir?”
I looked toward the spot from
whence the voice proceeded, and re
plied, “ Really, I don’t know, I can’t
see it.”
“This glove is marked ‘Thomas
Twiggs, No. 20, Tiptop Row, N. Y.,’ ”
proceeded nay almost invisible com
panion.
“ Then it certainly is mine,” I re
plied. “ But is it possible that you
can decipher the writing in'this dark
ness ?”
“I picked it up at the Railroad de
pot, where there is a light,” answered
the voice. “ Here is your glove,
sir.”
“Thank you,” I said; and the
dark figure drew nearer and the glove
came within reach of my hand. —
“ Thank you. May I tresspass on
your kindness still further by request
ing you to direct me to the nearest
hotel. lam a stranger here, and the
night is
“ Abominably dark. Yes, sir,” in
terposed my companion. “My way
GREENVILLE, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY, MARCH 27, 186 L
lies directly past the best place of the
kind in C-* —■, and I shall be hap
py to accompany you to the door.”
I assented to the proposal tfßh de
light, and we walked on together.
“ This is rather a differenk’ place
from New York, sir, ’ saitj my com
panion, after a silence of somp mo
ments. •
“ Rather /” I replied, with £&ff>ha*
sis, as I sunk unexpectedly i’ntp a
mud hole.
“Nothing but business would call a
man to this place in winter,” continued
the speaker. “I suppose you don’t
intend to remain here very long?”
“ Only a few days,” I readily re
plied.
“Ah ! like myself. I suppose you
will return home in time to keep
Christmas with your family in New
Yord,” pursued my new friend.”
“No—yes—that is, not in New
York, exactly,” I replied. “ You see.
my wife has gone to , to visit
her parents, : a’nd lam going there to
meet her.”
“ Leaving the rest of the family at
home ? or do you take the youngsters ?’’
proceeded my inquisitive friend.
I explained that there- were no.
youngsters, And that the house was
left entirely to itself in our absence ;
for, although Mrs. Twiggs had ex
pected anew girl, I felt confident,
from past experience, that she would
not come.
“ And are you not afraid of bur
glars ? there are so many such villains
in the city,!’ continued my com
panion.
I stated that the house was well se
cured, and this lead to a discussion
upon locks and ether safeguards, du
ring which I dilated at length upon
my patent night-latch, and informed
my new friend that I had key in
my pocket, and would explain it more
fully when we arrived at the hotel.
Such an attentive listener it had
never been my good fortune to secure,
and after the lock-had been discussed,
I explained at full the machinery of
! a certain cupboard with false doors
and m
my dining room for the 'purpose of
concealing my sijyMHtpd other valua
bles from any TjquSe-breaker who
might manage to enter ‘the dwelling.
It was one of iny pqt hobbies, and I
was delighted with my new friend’s
admiration of the scheme.
“It is magnificent,” he said, and
congratulated me on my ingenuity.—
“ I ought to get out a patent for the
invention.” In fact, he had not
ceased to express his enthusiasm on
the subject, when we arrived at the
door of a building which he informed
me was the hotel.
“And now, I must hid you good
night,” he said, “ I believe you will
find the accommodations here very
good, and I would advise you to ask
for room No. 20. It is very pleasant.”
“ I am very much obliged to you,
sir,” I answered. “Wont you step
in and look at the key, now ?”
“ Not to-night, I thank you,” re
plied tiiyconductor ; “ but if you will
give me leave I shall be sure to call
and examine it to-morrow morning,
and I assure you I have been very
much interested in your very ingen
iously contrived cupboard. . I shall
make practical use of your valuable
information the moment' I- return- to
New York.” . v-"
• w Such a polite man,”' I- thought,
as I entered the hall, where a sleepy
waiter was just making his appear
ance with a dim lantern, “ Such a
v’ery interesting man.” I looked out
into the street in the hope of catching
a glimpse of his retiring form, but
only saw a very ragged individual,
leaning against a post without, whom;
I wondered that I had not seen before.
As I sat at supper this same ragged
man came to the door and looked in
upon mo with a sardonic grin which
I remembered afterwards only too
well, but just at the time I thought
very little of the circumstance; and;
after I had finished my meal asked to.
be shown to No. 20, and in a few mo
ments was fast asleep.
When I awoke it was broad day.—
I sat up in bed and looked at the
timepiece upon the mantle; the hands
pointed to eight o’clock. My mind
instantly reverted to the promise
which my friend had made of calling
to examine my patent latch-key “ A
delightful man !” J said to myself.—
“ A charming acquaintance ! With
what interest he entered into my des
cription of the cupboard; how he
seemed to appreciate my inventions.”
I had put my feet out of bed and was
looking for my stockings by this time.
“ Now,” I continued, still lazily
looking for my stray apparel: “Now,
if I had been an Englishman I
wouldn’t have spoken to that man, I
should have maintained a cold reserve,
kept up my dignity, and lost, perhaps,
a very pleasant friend. Where are
my stockings ?”
They were not under my bed,
where I remembered to have thrown
them, nor on the chair, nor beside the
table. As I searched for them, my
eyes fell upon two pieces of money
lying upon the floor. I picked them
up—one was a two dollar and a half
gold piece, the other a fivepence. I
recognized them at once as my prop
erty, and wondering how I could have
jjjien so eareless, put my hand under
the. pillow where I had placed my
pocket-book, for . the purpose of pla
cing the' moqey therein.
The pocket -bank was gone, so was
lay" portmanteau. I rushed to the
chair where I had hung my clothes.
Oh, sight of horror ! They had all
been exchanged for a suit of most in
tense dilapidation. My clothes were
of superfine quality and the last new
mode, these had been originally arti
cles to which the name “ flash” might
have been given with great propriety,
and now, covered with grease and tat
tered from top to bottom, they pre
sented a truly disgusting spectacle.—
From appearances, the depredator had
been alarmed by some noise or move
ment, and had made a hasty retreat,
for one pink stocking was sticking in
"the hinge of the door, and I found an
other cent, just outside in the entry.
Who' could have had the barbarity to
perforin such a diabolical action ? I
re numbered the suspicious-looking
man who had looked in upon me as I
sat at supper, and at once fixed the
act upon him. I rang the bell, and
the waiter appeared. I inquired for
the landlord, and lie came. I ex
plained my predicament, and the
landlord seemed to think -it the funni
est thing he had ever heard. I in
quired if there was a tailor in the vi
cinity who would be willing to accom
modate me for a few days, until I
could remit the money from New York,
and landlord waiter both said, with
one voice, “Os course not.” I spoke ■
of remaining where I was, until I
could write and hear from my wife, or j
my partner, and the landlord replied
that he was very sorry, but the house
! was sb full that they had no accom
i modation for another person. After
£*JTis'feMy ■’irrWefiTTy Tregafrrefl'WtTal. *
would-be swindler; and I saw that it
would be best to betake myself to
New York, while the sum of money
fhich the robber had" dropped from
my well-filled pocket-book enabled
me to do so.
Another .thought broke upon my
mind. ISJj’new acquaintance of last
night had promised to call. Perhaps
;he would. In that case, he was a
gentleman and would appreciate my
position. I waited, but he did not
come. The landlord evidently was
anxious for my departure. The train
for New York started in half an hour.
In desperation. I donned those horrible
■flash garments,-that brimiess hat, those
toeless boots,_and started for the de
pot. j*
I felt all eyes were upon me,
as I-tartied mySelf in the second
car,’ and tittered-g.B extra anathema
upon the villain who had not even left
me a pocket handkerchief to hide my
face in. 1
It was evening again when I reach
ed New York. Itliai^d'Heaven for .
that, as I made my- W.ay.'-through the-'
streets, cbosing these- Skhjoh were the
reasons which
will be obvious to .f£ery. reader of this
narrative,.'
At -last I reached tny own dwelling.
Here an unforeseen difficulty awaited
me. My latch-key was gone, and
I there was no one in the house. I was
in despair; but I suddenly remember
ed that Mrs. Twiggs had a had habit of
leaving the back, parlor window un
fastened. Perhaps she harThlone so
thiS’fftne. In that cnSe i'-oould effect
.an entrance by schsfng.-"‘the garden
dp nee, mounting.;to tile hack piazza,
and clambering" through;the window.
Obedient to the thought", I proceeded
to the back of the premises, and ac
complished the fence with an agility
surprising myself. To my great de
,Hg"ht I found the window Open, and a
'little examination convinced me that
the window which opened from.the hall
into the piazza w;as also unfastened.
“ How. very caste!ess of Mrs. T.”, I
said, as I shoved 1 ' the latter up and
proceeded to clatnbCv through the aper
ture, and was about drawing the rest
■of my person after-it, when the spring
of' the.window, which was defective, -I'
gaye way, and presto,-'! was pinioned
between the sash and tnp sill in a most
un<|JO@if<Wtable and paipftil.ppsitioq.
The noise of the window and my
own cry echoed through the .house,
and in a moment the apparition of a
stout Irish girl, in a red flannel night
gown, made its appearance at the head
of the kitchen stairs. •:
“ Och, murther ;” shouted this per
' sonage, it’s a thafe. Och hone, what’ll
become o’me?”
“lam no thief. I—l’m Mr. Twiggs.
I didn’t know you were here. Come
and let me out, my good girl,” I ex
claimed. • -
“Is it th«wnasther + y# Mane ?” said,
the girl. .. .- |
“ Yes—yes. Os course it is* Cer
tainly,” I answered.
“There thin, 1 ’ said the girl, “see
hoW I've caught ye. The masther is
in the counthry with the misthress,
and he couldn’t be back yit; besides,
would the masther be having sich
shoes as thim on the feet of ye?”
What I would have answered it is
impossible to say, for just at that mo
ment the sound of a latch-key turned
Lits proper keyhole sounded through,;
i hall, the atreet floor opened,- and t
in walked a man in my coat, hat and
boots—l knew them at a glance—and
bearing my portmanteau, marked with
my name, in his hand.
“ There,” said the girl, “ there, I’ll
beta dollar that’s the masther. Now,
what’ll ye say, ye villin, ye.”
“Yes—certainly—l am the master,” j
replied the stranger. “ What is that
scoundrel doing there ?”
The moment I heard the voice I
knew that it was the same which I had
heard through the darkness. This
was the stranger to whom I had con
fided the secrets of my bosom. This
was the man who had robbed me, and
who doubtless had now come for. the
express purpose of committing another
robbery.
“ You wretch !• 1 cried, . “ you
didn’t expect to find me here. Ah!
I’ll have you, you shall pay for this
when I get at you. Biddy, or what’s
your name, raise the window and let
me in.”
“My good girl, call the police if
you please,” said the scoundrel, calm
ly, “ I must give the rascal into cus
tody!”
Biddy rushed to the door and yell
ed “ Tliares ! Murther ! Murther ! j
Thaves !” Until the street rung again,
and presently a couple of portly gen- [
tlemen, in blue coats, made their ap
pearance at the door, and uttered the
inquiry : “What’s the muss!”
The rascal in my coat pointed to
the window, “You can see for your
selves,” he said. “ I found that per-1
1 son occupying thst singular position j
up, policemen. He’s a thief. He
robbed me at C . Those are my
; clothes. This is my house. Arrest
him, policemen, before he escapes.”
“ Poor creature!” said the hypocrit-
I ieal robber, mildly. “ Poor creature !
iHe is evidently deranged. Be gentle
with him, my friends. I’m sorry that
I am obliged to give him into custody,
I really am.”
“ Now, old feller, none o’ your
tricks,” said the stoutest policeman,
advancing towards me. “ Just hold
his leg, John, whilst I hoist the win
der, and see that he don’t pitch hisself
out into the garding.”
John performed his duty, and in an
other moment I was free. .The first
use -I made of my.Jegs Wa9 jo make
towards thp hoHsObrcaVer, who stood
com pl'acefi'tly'smilitig upon the scene,
And collar JnHPvh)ii]BjtiVely.
’“l’ve got sbbuted,-“and
I’ll keep you. Ilelicsflen, this man
is a thief, a housoliireqger, a swindler
pad a murderfer!' I am Thomas
:Tlwiggs. This Is.fcy house. My name
-on the door-'phite'.' Send for my
partner, Mr. Dolfos. Call in the
neighbors, andarxest-thtS-'nian.”
“Poor fellow, b'e .is ttlariJ Quite
mad !” said .the man?,who had fobbed
me. “Policemen, lean prove who 1 1
am, if you have any doubts,” and, j
before my very eyes, the wretch re- j
moved his hat and showed- to\£he : mis- J
guided officers the words my'wife had
written upon the lining—“ Thomas I
Twiggs, No. 20 Tiptop Rowj New
York.”
“ And now, policemen, take him 1
away, will you; he continued, “but
first see that he has none of my prop
erty about his person.”
In a moment two hahffe were plunged
to the bottom of itiy ragged pockets,
and to my consternation produced
from thence a bunch of housebreak
er’s tools, and a bottle labeled “ Chlo
roform.” l" .
“You are an innocent old gentle
man,-now, ain't you?” said the stout
policeman, indignantly- “ You think
he’s mad, .sir. I te'l you there’p- -a
good deal of method into his madness,,
any ivfly. Come, along with you.”
“I won’t. I will be righted. Call
the neighbors. My name is Twiggs.
Pin your master, young woman. IIP
be revenged. I’m the master of this ‘
house,” I stammered, struggling with
the policemen.
“The masther in.sich a coat,” said
Biddy, indignantly!.' ‘.‘l wouldn’tottn '
him.” ' *. •!"• ' _ I
“ There, take hiin arway, policemen,” ;
said my betrayer. “ I’nl".glad I have I
been able, to-prevent him from perpe
trating the robbefy he intended, for I
have some valuable plate in a cupboard
up stairs, which I should be .to
lose.” :, <V;
This was a blow too much. I
spring towards him, and lost conscious
ness because of rage. When I recov- j
ered it was Christmas morning, and I
was in the station-house.
All Christmas Day I stayed there,
wondering what my wife would think,
bemoaning the loss of my valuables ;
now tearing out my hair, and now tear
ing the coat I wore into still more un
sightly rags : but low diet and solitude
had cooled me down by the next day,
so that I was enabled to • explain my
position, send for my partner, and to
prove my identity when called up for
I returned home, forth with,in a cah»
to find the house completely radsacked
of clothing, jewelry, silver, and all
other valuables, and Mrs. Twiggs, who
had returned in a panic, moaning upon
the bed, in the firm belief that I had
been murdered by housebreakers, for
the girl had informed her that the
“master had come home and found
a thafe climbing in the likes of a win
der, and thin had been after sindin’
hersilf to bed, an’ whin she awaked up
in the morning, the house was altee
gither robbed, and masther stole away
likewise.”
After explaining matters, and jn
some degree soothing Mrs. Twiggs, I
turned the girl out of the house,
threw the rest of the indelible ink
out df the window, and have never
marked my clothes since; nor ever,
upon any emergency, spoken to a per
son t<s whom I had not been formally
introduced.
THAT’S A STORY,
Once on a time there was a king
who had a daughter, and she was
such a dreadful story-teller that the
like of her was not to he found far
or near. So the king gave out that if
any one could tell such a string of
lies as would get her to say “That’s a
story,” he should have her to wife,
and half the kingdom besides. Well,
many came, as you may fancy, to try
their luck, for every one would have
been very glad to have the princess,
to say nothing of the kingdom. But
they all cut a sorry figure, for the
princess was so given to story-telling
1 that all their lies went in at one ear
"irTn? ‘ 'dffier. ' !?mshg Ine
j rest came three others to try their
luck, and the two elder went first;
but they fared no better than those
who had gone before them. Last of all,
; the third, Boots, set off, and found the
: princess in the farmyard.
“Good morning,” he said, “and
thank you for nothing.”
“Good morning,” said she, “and
j tho same to you.” Then she went on :
“You haven’t such a fine farmyard
as ours, I’ll be bound ; for when two
shepherds stand one at each end of it,
and blow their rape’s horns, the one
can’t hear the other j”
“Haven’t we, though ?” answered
Boots. “Ours is far bigger; for
when a cow begins to go with a calf
at one end of it, she don’t get to the
other before her time is come.”
“I dare say,” said the princess.—
j “Well, .b.ut you haven’t such a big ox,
after all, as -ourk yonder ; for when
two men sit one on each horn, they
can’t touch each other with a twenty
foot rule.”
“Stuff!” said Boots, “is that all !
Why, we have an ox who is so big
that when two sit, one on each horn,
and each blows his great mountain
trumpet, they can’t hear one another.”
“I dat-e say,” said the princess ;
“but you haven’t so much milk as we,
I’ll be bound; for w* milk our kine
into, groat pails, and carry them in
doors, iti d empty them into great tubs,
and so we make great, great cheeses. ’'
“Oh ! you do, do you ?” said Boots.
■ “Well, we milk ours into great tubs,
and then we put them into carts and
' drive them in-doors, and then we turn
them out into great brewing-vats, and
so we make cheeses as big as houses.
| We had, too, a dun mare to tread the
1 cheese well together, when it was ma
king; but once she tumbled down in
to the cheese, and we lost her; and
after we had eaten at this cheese sev
en years, we came upon a great dun
mare, alive and kicking. Well, once ..
after that, I was going to drive this
mare to the mill, and her backbone
snapped in two. But I was’nt put
out, not I, for I took a spruce sapling,
and put it into heT for a backbone all
the while we had her. But the sap
ling took root, and grew up into such
a tall tree that I climbed right up to
heaven by it; and when I got there,
I saw the Virgin Mary setting and
spinning the foam of the sea into pig’s
bristle ropes; but jttst then the spruce
fir broke short-off, and I couldn't get
down again ; and so the Virgin Mary
let me down by one of the ropes ; and
down I slipped straight into a fox’s
hole; and who should sit there but
my mother and your father, cobbling
shoes ! and just as I stepped in, my
mother gave your father such a box
on the ear it made his whiskers curl.”
“ That’s a story!” said the prinj
cess ; “my father neveT did any such
thing in all his born days ! *
| So Boots got the princess to >ifc,
and haTf'the kingdViYn •* '
NO. 8.