hought Jimmy, feeling quite comforted, quite glad on her
account.

And just then, as luck would have it, he met Tom, to whom Glass-Eye had
brought Miss Lily's album, with a request for his autograph. Tom, whose
formidable muscles were hardly capable of wielding a pen, especially to
write "thoughts," was holding the album with a sheepish look, turning it
round and round:

"I say," he said, as Jimmy passed, "write something; for me!"

"All right!" said Jimmy.

And he lightly turned the pages of the album, the famous album, said to be
crammed with passionate declarations. Not a bit of it! Nothing but foolery
and childish nonsense:

"May joy and pleasure be your lot
. . . trot, trot, trot!"

"... Regard me as a link.
Loving Pal."

"_Un afetuoso saludo y un augurio de feliz viaje le desea Pedro y
Paolo_."

"Hoping we shall meet again, if not here, there.

"Joe Brooks."

"_Puedo decir que nunca he visto yoo ... tan cuida y bella_...."

There was page upon page, in this style, with, here and there, a rough
sketch: a heart pierced by an arrow, signed, "Castaigne;" a dried
shamrock: "Blarney Castle;" a bit of seaweed: "Dundee." Jimmy smiled to
himself and especially at what he heard beside him, where Glass-Eye, while
gazing wide-eyed at Tom's immense arms, was telling him all her troubles:
quite mad, Miss Lily, ought to be locked up! And _she_ ought to know:
never left her side since she began traveling by herself, day or night.

"You're a lucky one, you are!" Tom broke in.

"I should like to see you try it, just!" Glass-Eye retorted. "And meantime
I get more smacks than halfpence. Oh, I know she'll pay me all in a lump,
when she gets it! She's very generous, really. And her Pa and Ma ... yes
... do you know what she means to do? She's not angry with them any
longer. She's going to stuff them with turkey and pudding at the hotel and
stand them fifty francs' worth of flowers. She's forgiven them!"

"That's more than I have!" replied Tom. "Her Pa will know what I am made
of to-morrow, the brute! He'll have one on the mug, for boxing my ears and
kicking me out ... you know ... because of the letters from Trampy."

"If you do that, Tom, you'll have Miss Lily to reckon with! What! You're
laughing!" cried Glass-Eye angrily. "You don't know how it hurts ... on
one's bones! And tho