'I'm glad to find you to home, sor.

There's a telegram come for you at my place,' he says, 'and as your friend lift the address when he come for the baggage this afternoon, I brought it along to yez.

I was comin' this way, so 'twas no trouble.' "'That's real kind of you,' I says.

'Step inside a minute, won't you ?' "So in he comes, and stands, holdin' his shiny beaver in his hand, while I tore open the telegram envelope.

'Twas a message from a feller I knew with the Clyde Line of steamboats.