"A rimy morning." "'Tis, sir!" said Creedle, energetically; for, not having as yet been able to summon force sufficient to go away and begin work, he felt the necessity of throwing some into his speech.

"I don't care who the man is, 'tis the rimiest morning we've had this fall." "I heard you wondering why I've kept my daughter so long at boarding-school," resumed Mr.Melbury, looking up from the letter which he was reading anew by the fire, and turning to them with the suddenness that was a trait in him.

"Hey ?" he asked, with affected shrewdness.

"But you did, you know.

Well, now, though it is my own business more than anybody else's, I'll tell ye.