I like! I'm a gentleman.
I shall ave hall the Olt for my very hown!'

'Master Howen! Oh my!'

For Flibbertigibbet's teeth were in the crack orphan's neck, and the foot
that she had not seized kicking like a vicious colt, when a large hand
seized him by the collar, and lifted him in mid-air; and the crack
orphan, looking up as though the oft-invoked 'ugly man' of her infancy
had really come to bear off naughty children, beheld for a moment,
propped against the door-post, the tall figure and bearded head hitherto
only seen on the sofa.

The next instant the child had been swung into the study, and the
apparition, stumbling with one hand and foot to the couch, said
breathlessly to the frightened girl, 'I am sorry for my little boy's
shameful behaviour! Leave him here. Owen, stay.'

The child was indeed standing, as if powerless to move or even to cry,
stunned by his flight in the air, and dismayed at the terrific presence
in which he was for the first time left alone. Completely roused and
excited, the elder Owen sat upright, speaking not loud, but in tones
forcible from vehement feeling.

'Owen, you boast of being a gentleman! Do you know what we are? We are
beggars! I can neither work for myself nor for you. We live on charity.
That girl earns her bread--we do not! We are beggars! Who told you
otherwise?'

Instead of an answer, he only evoked a passion of frightened tears, so
piteous, that he spoke more gently, and stretched out his hand; but his
son shook his frock at him in terror, and retreated out of reach,
backwards into a corner, replying to his calls and assurances with
violent sobs, and broken entreaties to go back to 'granma.'

At last, in despair, Owen lowered himself to the floor, and made the
whole length of his person available; but the child, in the extremity of
terror at the giant crawling after him, shrieked wildly and made a rush
at the door, but was caught and at once drawn within the grasp of the
sweeping arm.

All was still. He was gathered up to the broad breast; the hairy cheek
was gently pressed against his wet one. It was a great powerful,
encircling caress that held him. There was a strange thrill in this
contact between the father and son--a new sensation of intense loving
pity in the one, a great but soothing awe in the other, as struggling and
crying no more, he clung ever closer and closer, and drew the arm tighter
round him.

'My poor little fellow!' And never had