my respects to your adorable Dr
Pangloss" (that was one of his side-names for Toby) "and the Huron." I
never could teach him the difference betwixt Hurons and Senecas.

'Then Sister Haga came in for a paper of what we call "pilly buttons,"
and that was the last I saw of Talleyrand in those parts.'

'But after that you met Napoleon, didn't you?' said Una. 'Wait Just
a little, dearie. After that, Toby and I went to Lebanon and the
Reservation, and, being older and knowing better how to manage him,
I enjoyed myself well that summer with fiddling and fun. When we came
back, the Brethren got after Toby because I wasn't learning any lawful
trade, and he had hard work to save me from being apprenticed to
Helmbold and Geyer the printers. 'Twould have ruined our music together,
indeed it would. And when we escaped that, old Mattes Roush, the
leather-breeches maker round the corner, took a notion I was cut out for
skin-dressing. But we were rescued. Along towards Christmas there comes
a big sealed letter from the Bank saying that a Monsieur Talleyrand had
put five hundred dollars--a hundred pounds--to my credit there to use as
I pleased. There was a little note from him inside--he didn't give any
address--to thank me for past kindnesses and my believing in his future,
which he said was pretty cloudy at the time of writing. I wished Toby to
share the money. I hadn't done more than bring Talleyrand up to Hundred
and Eighteen. The kindnesses were Toby's. But Toby said, "No! Liberty
and Independence for ever. I have all my wants, my son." So I gave him
a set of new fiddle-strings, and the Brethren didn't advise us any more.
Only Pastor Meder he preached about the deceitfulness of riches, and
Brother Adam Goos said if there was war the English 'ud surely shoot
down the Bank. I knew there wasn't going to be any war, but I drew the
money out and on Red Jacket's advice I put it into horse-flesh, which
I sold to Bob Bicknell for the Baltimore stage-coaches. That way, I
doubled my money inside the twelvemonth.' 'You gipsy! You proper gipsy!'
Puck shouted.

'Why not? 'Twas fair buying and selling. Well, one thing leading to
another, in a few years I had made the beginning of a worldly fortune
and was in the tobacco trade.'

'Ah!' said Puck, suddenly. 'Might I inquire if you'd ever sent any news
to your people in England--or in France?'

'O' course I had. I wrote regular every three months after I'd made
money in the horse trade. We Lee