"Good again!" exclaimed Bellew, "neither do I."

"Though I've been thinking of Africa," continued his diminutive
companion, turning the remain of the bread and jam over and over
thoughtfully.

"Africa!" repeated Bellew, staring, "that's quite a goodish step from
here."

"Yes," sighed Georgy Porgy, "but, you see, there's gold there, oh, lots
of it! they dig it out of the ground with shovels, you know. Old Adam
told me all 'bout it; an' it's gold I'm looking for, you see, I'm trying
to find a fortune."

"I--er--beg your pardon--?" said Bellew.

"Money, you know," explained Georgy, Porgy with a patient sigh, "pounds,
an' shillings, an' bank-notes--in a sack if I can get them."

"And what does such a very small Georgy Porgy want so much money for?"

"Well, it's for my Auntie, you know, so she won't have to sell her
house, an' go away from Dapplemere. She was telling me, last night, when
I was in bed,--she always comes to tuck me up, you know, an' she told me
she was 'fraid we'd have to sell Dapplemere an' go to live somewhere
else. So I asked why, an' she said ''cause she hadn't any money,' an'
'Oh Georgy!' she said, 'oh Georgy, if we could only find enough money to
pay off the--the--'"

"Mortgage?" suggested Bellew, at a venture.