ight
if I can." "No, sir," says Cobbs; "thanking you, sir, I find myself as
well sitiwated here as I could hope to be anywheres. The truth is, sir,
that I'm a-going to seek my fortun'." "O, indeed, Cobbs!" he says; "I
hope you may find it." And Boots could assure me--which he did, touching
his hair with his bootjack, as a salute in the way of his present
calling--that he hadn't found it yet.

Well, sir! Boots left the Elmses when his time was up, and Master Harry,
he went down to the old lady's at York, which old lady would have given
that child the teeth out of her head (if she had had any), she was so
wrapped up in him. What does that Infant do,--for Infant you may call
him and be within the mark,--but cut away from that old lady's with his
Norah, on a expedition to go to Gretna Green and be married!

Sir, Boots was at this identical Holly-Tree Inn (having left it several
times since to better himself, but always come back through one thing or
another), when, one summer afternoon, the coach drives up, and out of the
coach gets them two children. The Guard says to our Governor, "I don't
quite make out these little passengers, but the young gentleman's words
was, that they was to be brought here." The young gentleman gets out;
hands his lady out; gives the Guard something for himself; says to our
Governor, "We're to stop here to-night, please. Sitting-room and two
bedrooms will be required. Chops and cherry-pudding for two!" and tucks
her, in her sky-blue mantle, under his arm, and walks into the house much
bolder than Brass.

Boots leaves me to judge what the amazement of that establishment was,
when these two tiny creatures all alone by themselves was marched into
the Angel,--much more so, when he, who had seen them without their seeing
him, give the Governor his views of the expedition they was upon.
"Cobbs," says the Governor, "if this is so, I must set off myself to
York, and quiet their friends' minds. In which case you must keep your
eye upon 'em, and humour 'em, till I come back. But before I take these
measures, Cobbs, I should wish you to find from themselves whether your
opinion is correct." "Sir, to you," says Cobbs, "that shall be done
directly."

So Boots goes up-stairs to the Angel, and there he finds Master Harry on
a e-normous sofa,--immense at any time, but looking like the Great Bed of
Ware, compared with him,--a drying the eyes of Miss Norah with his pocket-
hankecher. Their little