Peter Portgartha has no need to foorce his conversation where it ain't welcome.'" "A strange girl!" said Barrant, beginning to feel an interest in the story.

"Have you no idea who she was ?" "Wait a bit," continued Mr.Portgartha, evidently objecting to any intrusion on his right, as narrator, to a delayed climax.

"Well, there we sat, like two ghoostes, till we got to Penzance, but all the time I was thinkin' to mysel' that I'd find out who she was.

I sed to myself I'd ride on to the station, instid of gettin' out a piece this side of it so as to make a short cut across to the Mouse's Hole, as I usually do.

But that stupid old fule Garge pulled up as usual and bawls through the window, 'Are you going to keep me here all night, Peter ?' Before I could say a word the young womon says: 'I'll get out here.' With that she puts the fare into his hand through the open window, and slips out afore I knew what she was going to do.