"How was that?"

"An old gentleman the day before was talking to Mr. Acton. I think
he is some great swell, for he has got a yacht, and servants, and a
carriage, and lots of things; and he said, 'What! are those poor
Brownlow's boys? bless me!' and he tipped us each. Allen and Bobus
were to go with Mr. Acton and have a sail in his yacht, but they said
we should be too many, so we thought we'd get a new boat, but the
Captain—-"

"Said your money would go but a little way," put in Caroline.

"He laughed!" said Jock, as a great offence; "and said that was a
matter for our governor, and we had better go home and tell as fast
as we could. There was a train just starting when we got in to
Porthole, and somebody got our tickets for us, and Armie went fast
off to sleep, and I, when I came to think about it, thought we would
not get out at the junction, but come on home at once, Mother Carey,
and tell you all about it. When Armie woke-—why, he's asleep now—-he
said he would rather come home than to Kyve."

"Then you travelled all night?"

"Yes, there was a jolly old woman who made us a bed with her shawl,
only I tumbled off three times and bumped myself, and she gave us
gooseberries, and cake, and once when we stopped a long time a porter
got us a cup of tea. Then when we came to where they take the
tickets, I think the man was going to make a row, but the guard came
up and told him all about it, and I gave him my two half-sovereigns,