The tinker was seated under a hedge, hammering away at an old kettle, with a little fire burning in front of him, and the donkey hard by, indulging in a placid doze.

Mr.Sprott looked up as Lenny passed, nodded kindly, and said,-- "Good evenin', Lenny: glad to hear you be so 'spectably sitivated with Mounseer." "Ay," answered Lenny, with a leaven of rancour in his recollections, "you're not ashamed to speak to me now that I am not in disgrace.

But it was in disgrace, when it wasn't my fault, that the real gentleman was most kind to me." "Ar-r, Lenny," said the tinker, with a prolonged rattle in that said Ar-r, which was not without great significance.

"But you sees the real gentleman, who han't got his bread to get, can hafford to 'spise his c'racter in the world.

A poor tinker must be timbersome and nice in his 'sociations.