"Very likely he was down Dunloppel this morning.

It half belongs to him, father says; and if this lode turns out well, he will be very rich." "And your father would be glad of that, would he not ?" "Yes, indeed, Sir; for Solomon is the son of his old friend and preserver, as I told you." "But it would not please _you_ quite so much--eh, Miss Harry ?" "Not so much as father--certainly not," answered the girl, gravely.

"It seems to me folks are rich enough when they don't spend half they get; just as other folk--like Mr.Carew, who owns all about here--are poor enough, with all their wealth, who pay out of their purse twice what comes into it." "Mr.Carew is known here for a spendthrift, is he, then ?" "Well, Sir, it's only gossip, for he has never set foot here in his life, I reckon; but, from what we hear, he must fling away his money finely.

However, as father says, there's one excuse for him--he has neither chick nor child of his own.

Eh, but you're looking white, Sir; Gethin air is apt to nip pretty sharp those who are not accustomed to it.