Thank you, sir. From the Journal entries it is evident that Miss Tucker gave herself only one clear day of rest鈥攁nd that day a Sunday鈥攆or indulgence in any wise of her sorrow. She had the telegram on a Saturday; and on Monday the usual round of visiting went on. 鈥榃ill this prove to you that I am in earnest?鈥?said the lady, taking from her purse a roll of bank notes. 鈥楬ere are fifty pounds. Spend it in outfit; get him proper clothes, books, boxes, all that a boy wants when he is going to a school. Within a fortnight you shall hear from me through a lawyer. I will send full instructions, and a confidential messenger, who shall take Herbert鈥擧erbert he must be called, not Hercules鈥擧erbert Farrington.鈥? 鈥楴othing from Herbert Larkins? He has given you no warning of his approaching return?鈥? They were on the Third Avenue line of cars, and it was to a shop on the Bowery that Mr. Kenyon directed his steps. It was by no means a large shop, but the windows were full of articles, labelled with cheap prices, and some even were displayed on the sidewalk. This is a very common practice with shops on the Bowery and Third Avenue, as visitors to New York need not be reminded. On a sign-board over the door the name of the proprietor was conspicuously displayed thus: 婷婷色香五月综合缴情--色空阁俺去也婷婷五月 Not only Men, as innocent as thou, Of course, of course. Now, I have got something to tell you. Forgive me, kind Reader, for carrying the Metaphor too high; by which means I am out of my Sphere, and so can say nothing of the Male Patch-Workers; for my high Flight in Favour of the Ladies, made a mere Icarus of me, melted my Wings, and tumbled me Headlong down, I know not where. Nevertheless my Fall was amongst a joyful Throng of People of all Ages, Sexes, and Conditions! who were rejoycing at a wonderful Piece of Patch-Work they had in Hand; the Nature of which was such, as was to compose (as it were) a New Creation, where all Sorts of People were to be Happy, as if they had never been the Off-spring of fallen Adam. 鈥業 must begin at the beginning. Years, years ago when I was a bit of a girl in my father鈥檚 house, I and my twin sister Annie鈥攚hom I loved dearly, as the apple of my eye鈥攆ather lived at Newark-on-Trent; he was a small tradesman, but well enough to do. Mother died when we were quite chicks, and we grew up to have things much our own way. Annie was a real beauty, and had dozens of lads after her always, but she never fancied none of them. At last luck sent a recruiting party of the 12th Lancers to Newark. One of them was a young corporal, as proper a chap as ever took the shilling, fair spoken, well educated, and superior to the common run. He soon got courting our Annie, and he was the first she favoured. Father did not like it鈥攏ot a bit. He hated soldiers, and was very rough about Corporal Smith. Annie and he had high words over it, and one day she was not to be found.