s and
the haberdashers? Are we in College Green or Grafton Street, that we
can just send out and have everything at our hand's turn? 'T is n't on
myself I spend the money. Look at these gaiters; they 're nine years old
next March; and the coat on my back was made by Peter Stevens, that 's
in his grave now. The greatest enemy ever I had could not face me down
that I only took care of myself. If that was my way would I be here now?
See the rag I 'm wearing round my throat, a piece of old worsted like a
rug a thing--"

He stopped, and stammered, and then was silent altogether, for he
suddenly remembered it was Nelly herself who had worked the article in
question.

"Nay, papa," broke she in, with her own happy smile, "you may give it to
Andy to-morrow, for I 've made you a smart new one, of your own favorite
colors, too, the Dalton green and white."

"Many a time I 've seen the same colors coming in first on the Corralin
course!" cried Dalton, with enthusiasm; for at the impulse of a new word
his mind could turn from a topic of deep and painful interest to one in
every way its opposite. "You were too young to remember it; but you were
there, in the 'landau,' with your mother, when Baithershin won the Murra
handicap, the finest day's flat racing I have it from them that seen the
best in England that ever was run in the kingdom. I won eight hundred
pounds on it, and, by the same token, lost it all in the evening at
'blind hookey' with old Major Haggs, of the 5th Foot, not to say a
trifle more besides. And that 's her trunk!" said he, after another
pause, his voice dropping at the words, as though to say, "What a change
of fortune is there! I wonder neither of you hadn't the sense to take
my old travelling chest; that's twice the size, and as heavy as a lead
coffin, besides. Sorrow one would ever know if she hadn't clothes for a
whole lifetime! Two men wouldn't carry it upstairs when it's empty."

"When even this valise is too large, papa?"

"Oh dear, oh dear!" broke in Dalton; "you've no contrivance, after all.
Don't you see that it 's not what 's inside I 'm talking about, at all,
but the show before the world? Did n't I live at Mount Dalton on the
fat of the laud, and every comfort a gentleman could ask, five years and
eight months after I was ruined? And had n't I credit wherever I went,
and for whatever I ordered? And why? Because of the house and place! I
was like the big trunk beyond; nobody knew how little there w