world, and then--then, perhaps----" here Rachel began to whimper,
"perhaps you'll get Tom Piper's aunt to knit your stockings."

"I didn't mean to, Aunt Rachel," said Jack, penitently, eyeing his
aunt, who was rocking to and fro in her chair. "Besides, I hurt
myself like thunder," rubbing vigorously the lower part of the
dorsal-region.

"Served you right," said his aunt, still clasping her foot.

"Sha'n't I get something for you to put on it?" asked Mrs. Crump of
(sic) her-sister-in-law.

This Rachel steadily refused, and after a few more postures, (sic)
indicatiing a great amount of anguish, limped out of the room, and
ascended the stairs to her own apartment.






CHAPTER III.

THE LANDLORD'S VISIT.