On the face of it looks as if my friend Smiles, not content with self-help in its ordinary forms, has been helping himself to orphans! Must speak to him about it." He pondered, gazing up the dim waterway, and by-and-by broke into a chuckle.
He chuckled again twenty minutes later, when, having stabled Old Jubilee, he crossed the yard to sup and to season the meal with a relation of his adventure.
"Such an encounter, my poppet!" he announced, groping his way across to the caravan, where his spouse had lit the lamp and stood in the doorway awaiting him.

"Smiles--our ingenuous Smiles--has decoyed, has laid me under suspicion; and of what, d'you think?
Stealing orphans!" "Hush!" answered Mrs.Mortimer.

"They 're here." "They?
Who?
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