He has taken lodgings up in London, and preached his first sermon in a great church that 'ould hold three of ours.

He has dined with the rector, and been to call on Sir Philip Payne Perry,--the three green peas as Owen calls him--and I wonder what even Mrs Jonathan 'ould desire more ?' Mrs Prothero read, her dear son's letter with tears in her eyes, the sudden sight of which caused sympathetic tears to flow from the eyes of the poor work-girl, much to the surprise of Mr Prothero, who chanced to look round to see whether his coat was finished.
'Hang the 'oomen,' he muttered to himself, 'they can't read a bit of a letter without blubbing.

How long will that take you to do ?--what's your name ?' 'Gladys, if you please, sir,' said Gladys, looking up from her work.

'I shall have finished it directly, sir.' 'Gladys?
Gladys what ?' asked Mr Prothero.
'Gladys O'Grady, sir,' was the reply whilst the mending was coming to a close.
'Where on earth did you pick up such names as that ?' 'One was my mother's, and the other my father's, sir,' said Gladys, rising and presenting the coat with a deep curtsey.
Mrs Prothero was absorbed in her letter.
'Name o' goodness where did your father get such a name?
and where do you live ?' The girl bent her head over the coat she held in her hand, and her tears fell upon it.
'There, never mind?
give me my coat.

Thank you.