Well, wait awhile, my boy will come in directly; maybe he can explain it." He had scarcely finished speaking, when Master Kinch made his appearance, with his hat, as usual, placed upon nine hairs, and his mouth smeared with the eggs and bacon with which he had been "staying and comforting" himself.
He took off his hat on perceiving Mr.Walters, and, with great humility, "hoped that gentleman was well." "Yes, very well, Kinch," replied Mr.Walters.

"We were waiting for you.

Can you tell where this came from ?" he asked, handing him the mysterious paper.
"Never seen it before, that I know of," replied Kinch, after a short inspection.
"Well, who was here last night ?" asked his father; "you said you sold suthin' ?" "So I did," replied Kinch; "sold a whole suit; and the gentleman who put it on said he was going out for a lark.

He was changing some papers from his pocket: perhaps he dropped it.

I'm to take this suit back to him to-day.
Here is his card." "By heavens!" exclaimed Mr.Walters, after looking at the card, "I know the fellow,--George Stevens, 'Slippery George,'-- every one knows him, and can speak no good of him either.