“Lord bless my soul!”

“I am going up to my guardian in London,” said I, casually drawing some guineas out of my pocket and looking at them; “and I want a fashionable suit of clothes to go in. I wish to pay for them,” I added — otherwise I thought he might only pretend to make them, “with ready money.”

“My dear sir,” said Mr. Trabb, as he respectfully bent his body, opened his arms, and took the liberty of touching me on the outside of each elbow, “don't hurt me by mentioning that. May I venture to congratulate you? Would you do me the favor of stepping into the shop?”

Mr. Trabb's boy was the most audacious boy in all that country-side. When I had entered he was sweeping the