He says his brother's a solicitor, and he's come up to loaf about in his office and pick up a little law." "Oh, I like that," I cried, laughing.

"Think of old Flanagan a lawyer.
But didn't he say where he was living ?" "Yes, Cabbage Street, in Hackney.

I forget the number.

I say, Fred, suppose we take a stroll this evening and try to find him out.

It'll do you good, a walk." I gladly consented.