f that name, which was popular
at that time in London. The young man went on to say that he himself was
trustful to a fault, and that if it depended on him, a'most any
arrangement could be come to. But you had to take a party as you found
him, and there it was!

Uncle Mo said:--"If you'd said you was a-coming with it, mate, I'd have
made a p'int of having the cash ready. My salary's doo to-morrow." He
was looking rather ruefully at an insufficient sum in the palm of his
hand, the scrapings of more than one pocket.

The young man said:--"It's the Governor, Mr. Moses. But if you'll square
the 'ire of the trolley, I'll run it back to the shop, and you can say
when you're ready for it."

Uncle Mo seemed very reluctant to allow the bird to go back into the
bush. He went to the stairfoot, and called to Aunt M'riar, upstairs,
making ribbons into rosettes, and giving Dolly the snippings. He never
took his eye off the coins in his palm, as though to maintain them as
integral factors of the business in hand. "Got any small change,
M'riar?" said he.

"How much do you want, Mo?"

"Six. _And_ three. Can you do six-and three?"

"Stop till I see, Mo." Aunt M'riar descended from above, and went into
her bedroom. But she did not find six-and-three. For she came out
saying:--"I can't only do five-and-nine, Mo. Can't you make out with
that?"

Uncle Mo still looked at the twelve-and-nine he already had in hand, as
though it was a peculiar twelve-and-nine, that might consent for once
to make nineteen shillings, the sum required, when added to Aunt
M'riar's contribution; but he was obliged to yield to the inflexible
nature of Arithmetic. "Sixpence short, I make it," said he. Then to the
young man whose employer was like Mont Blanc:--"You'll have to fetch it
round again to-morrow, any time after two o'clock." This was, however,
rendered unnecessary by the appearance of Mr. Jerry, who was able to
contribute the six-and-three, without, as he said, going to the
workhouse. So Mrs. Prichard's old table, with a new leg so nobody could
ever have told, and a touch of fresh polish as good as new, was restored
to its old place, to join in the general anticipation of its owner's
return.

But however M'riar come to be so short of cash Uncle Mo, smoking an
afternoon pipe as of old with Mr. Jerry, could not say, not if the
Emperor of Roosher was to ask him. Not that shortness of cash was
unusual in Sapps Court, but that he had supposed that M'ri