"Then," said Percival, laughingly, "what, my good friend, will you ever do with your money?" Beck put his finger to his nose, sunk his voice into a whisper, and replied solemnly: "I 'as a mattris." "A mistress," said Percival. "Oh, a sweetheart. Well, but if she's a good girl, and loves you, she'll not let you spend your money on her."

"Then," said Percival, laughingly, "what, my good friend, will you ever do with your money?" Beck put his finger to his nose, sunk his voice into a whisper, and replied solemnly: "I 'as a mattris." "A mistress," said Percival. "Oh, a sweetheart. Well, but if she's a good girl, and loves you, she'll not let you spend your money on her."

Ah, you'll never find the way; follow me, I have some questions to put to you." "Nothin' agin my carakter, I hopes, your honour," said Beck, timidly. "Oh, no!" "Noos of the mattris, then?" exclaimed Beck, joyfully.

Ah, you'll never find the way; follow me, -I have some questions to put to you." "Nothin' agin my carakter, I hopes, your honour," said Beck, timidly. "Oh, no!" "Noos of the mattris, then?" exclaimed Beck, joyfully.

"I haint such a ninny as that," said Beck, with majestic contempt. "I 'spises the flat that is done brown by the blowens. I 'as a mattris." "A mattress! a mattress! Well, what has that to do with the money?" "Vy, I lines it." Percival looked puzzled. "Oh," said he, after a thoughtful pause, and in a tone of considerable compassion, "I understand: you sew your money in your mattress.

"I haint such a ninny as that," said Beck, with majestic contempt. "I 'spises the flat that is done brown by the blowens. I 'as a mattris." "A mattress! a mattress! Well, what has that to do with the money?" "Vy, I lines it." Percival looked puzzled. "Oh," said he, after a thoughtful pause, and in a tone of considerable compassion, "I understand: you sew your money in your mattress.