himself much on his politeness,--"come to blow a cloud, eh? Bob," this
to the eldest born, "manners, sir; wipe your nose, and set a chair for
the gent."

"Many thanks to you, Bill, but I can't stay now; I have a long journey to
take. But, bless my soul, how stupid I am! I have forgotten my clothes-
brush. I knew there was some thing on my mind all the way I was coming
downstairs. I was saying, 'Grabman, there is something forgotten! '"

"I know what that 'ere feelin' is," said Bill, thoughtfully; "I had it
myself the night afore last; and sure enough, when I got to the ----.
But that's neither here nor there. Bob, run upstairs and fetch down Mr.
Grabman's clothes-brush. 'T is the least you can do for a gent who saved
your father from the fate of them 'ere innocent apples. Your fist,
Grabman. I have a heart in my buzzom; cut me open, and you will find
there `Halibi, and Grabman!' Give Bob your key."

"The brush is not in my room," answered Grabman; "it is at the top of the
house, up the ladder, in Beck's loft,--Beck, the sweeper. The stupid dog
always keeps it there, and forgot to give it me. Sorry to occasion my
friend Bob so much trouble."

"Bob has a soul above trouble; his father's heart beats in his buzzom.
Bob, track the dancers. Up like a lark, and down like a dump."

Bob grinned, made a mow at Mr. Grabman, and scampered up the stairs.

"You never attends our free-and-easy," said Bill; "but we toasts you with
three times three, and up standing. "'T is a hungrateful world! But
some men has a heart; and to those who has a heart, Grabman is a trump!"