best coat, like to have spoilt it."

"So much the better for the taylors, Sir," said Morrice, pertly, "for
then you must have another."

"Another! what for? ha'n't had this seven years; just as good as new."

"I hope," said Cecilia, "you had not another fall?"

"Worse, worse; like to have lost my bundle."

"What bundle, Sir?"

"Best coat and waistcoat; brought 'em in my handkerchief, purpose to
save them. When will Master Harrel do as much?"

"But had you no apprehensions, Sir," said Mr Gosport drily, "that the
handkerchief would be the sooner worn out for having a knot tied in
it?"

"Took care of that, tied it slack. Met an unlucky boy; little dog gave
it a pluck; knot slipt; coat and waistcoat popt out."

"But what became of the boy, Sir?" cried Morrice, "I hope he got off?"

"Could not run for laughing; caught him in a minute; gave him
something to laugh for; drubbed him soundly."

"O poor fellow!" cried Morrice with a loud hallow, "I am really sorry
for him. But pray, Sir, what became of your best coat and waistcoat