Poor little beggar! I dare say he'll catch it all the worse now.

Hullo! I say!" exclaimed Jack, feeling in his pockets.
"I'm positive I had a shilling and two pennies in my pocket yesterday evening.

I must have been robbed in that court!" The money had evidently gone, and what was more, I made the pleasant discovery that a sixpence which I had in my pocket, as well as my penknife, were both missing! Jack and I looked at one another.
"The young thief!" I exclaimed.
"Perhaps it was done in the court," said Jack.

"There was an awful crowd, you know." "All very well," I replied; "but, as it happens, I had my knife out before I went to bed, to cut one of my bootlaces, and when I put it back in my pocket I distinctly remember feeling the sixpence there.

No; our young hopeful's done this bit of business." "I'm awfully sorry, Fred," said Jack; "it was my fault bringing him here." We went down to breakfast in a somewhat perturbed state of mind.