"No, not dead, but I 'ad to put it out, pore thing!" "Ye see, miss," said Mr. Jupe with his mouth full, "my missus couldn't nurse the byeby and 'tend to the biziniss as well, so as reason was " "It brikes my 'eart to think it; but it made such a n'ise, pore darling!" "Does the mother know?" said Glory. "That wasn't necessary, my dear.

"Regler Sons o' Malty biziniss, like I seen in St. Looyey," commented Shorty to himself. "Masks, shrouds, red fire and gong, all the same. But where've I heard that croakin' voice before?"