These he deposited on the counter without order or arrangement, muttering, as he did so, that the old man could sort 'em out in the morning to suit himself.

The things being all brought from the street, he had only to close the shutters, which operation was soon effected, and our hungry friend on his way home.
The next morning Mr.De Younge (for the father of Kinch rejoiced in that aristocratic cognomen) was early at his receptacle for old clothes, and it being market-day, he anticipated doing a good business.

The old man leisurely took down the shutters, assorted and hung out the old clothes, and was busily engaged in sweeping out the store, when his eye fell upon the paper dropped by Mr.Stevens the evening previous.
"What's dis 'ere," said he, stooping to pick it up; "bill or suthin' like it, I s'pose.

What a trial 'tis not to be able to read writin'; don't know whether 'tis worth keeping or not; best save it though till dat ar boy of mine comes, _he_ can read it--he's a scholar.

Ah, de children now-a-days has greater 'vantages than deir poor fathers had." Whilst he was thus soliloquizing, his attention was arrested by the noise of footsteps in the other part of the shop, and looking up, he discerned the tall form of Mr.Walters.
"Why, bless me," said the old man, "dis is an early visit; where you come from, honey, dis time o' day ?" "Oh, I take a walk every morning, to breathe a little of the fresh air; it gives one an appetite for breakfast, you know.