am nothing but a Cheap Jack, but of late years I have, laid by for a rainy day, notwithstanding. This is my only daughter (adopted), and you can't produce a deafer nor yet a dumber. Teach her the most that can be taught her, in the shortest separation that can be named, state the figure for it, and I am game to put the money down. I won't bate you a single farthing, sir, but I'll put down the money here and now, and I'll thankfully throw you in a pound to take it. There!" The gentleman smiled, and then, “ Well, well," says he, "I must first know what she has learnt already. How do you communicate with her?" Then I showed him, and she wrote, in printed writing, many names of things, and so forth, and we held some sprightly conversation, Sophy and me, about a little story in a book which the gentleman showed her, and which she was able to read. "This is very extraordinary," says the gentleman; "is it possible that you have been her only teacher? "I have been her only teacher, sir,” I says, "besides herself." 66 Then," says the gentleman, and more acceptable words was never spoke to me, "you 're a clever fellow, and a good fellow." This he makes known to Sophy, who kisses his hands, claps her own, and laughs and cries upon it.

We saw the gentleman four times in all, and when he took down my name, and asked how in the world it ever chanced to be Doctor, it come out that he was own nephew by the sister's side, if you 'll believe me, to the very Doctor that I was called after. This made our footing still easier, and he says to me :—

"Now, Marigold, tell me what more do you want your adopted daughter to know?"

"I want her, sir, to be cut off from the world as little as can be, considering her deprivations, and therefore to be able to read whatever is wrote, with perfect ease and pleasure.”

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'My good fellow," urges the gentleman, opening his eyes wide, "why, I can't do that myself!"

I took his joke and give him a laugh (knowing by experience how flat you fall without it), and I mended my words accordingly.

"What do you mean to do with her afterwards?" asks the gentleman, with a sort of a doubtful eye. take her about the country?"

"To

"In the cart, sir, but only in the cart. She will live a private life, you understand, in the cart. I should never think of bringing her infirmities before the public. I would n't make a show of her for any money."

The gentleman nodded and seemed to approve. "Well," says he, can you part with her for two

years?"

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"To do her that good, yes, sir."

"There's another question," says the gentleman, looking towards her: can she years?"

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part with

you for two

I don't know that it was a harder matter of itself (for the other was hard enough to me), but it was harder to get over. However, she was pacified to it at last, and the separation betwixt us was settled. How it cut up both of us when it took place, and when I left her at the door in the dark of an evening, I don't tell. But I know this: remembering that night, I shall never pass that same establishment without a heartache and a swelling in the throat; and I could n't put you

up the best of lots in sight of it with my usual spirit,

no, not for five hundred pound reward from the Secretary of State for the Home Department, and throw in the honor of putting my legs under his mahogany afterwards.

Still, the loneliness that followed in the cart was not the old loneliness, because there was a term put to it, however long to look forward to, and because I could think, when I was anyways down, that she belonged to me and I belonged to her. Always planning for her coming back, I bought in a few months' time another cart, and what do you think I planned to do with it? I'll tell you. I planned to fit it up with shelves, and books for her reading, and to have a seat in it where I could sit and see her read, and think that I had been her first teacher. Not hurrying over the job, I had the fittings knocked together in contriving ways under my own inspection, and here was her bed in a berth with curtains, and there was her readingtable, and here was her writing-desk, and elsewhere was her books in rows upon rows, picters and no picters, bindings and no bindings, gilt-edged and plain, just as I could pick 'em up for her in lots up and down the country, North and South and West and East, Winds liked best and winds liked least, Here and there and gone astray, Over the hills and far away. And when I had got together pretty well as many books as the cart would neatly hold, a new scheme come into my head, which helped me over the two years' stile.

Without being of an awaricious temper, I like to be the owner of things. I should n't wish, for instance, to go partners with yourself in the Cheap Jack cart.

It's not that I mistrust you, but that I'd rather know it was mine. Similarly, very likely, you'd rather know it was yours. Well! A kind of jealousy began to creep into my mind when I reflected that all those books would have been read by other people long before they was read by her. It seemed to take away from her being the owner of 'em like. In this way the question got into my head, could n't I have a book new-made express for her, which she should be the first to read?

It pleased me, that thought did; and having formed the resolution, then come the question of a name. How did I hammer that hot iron into shape? This way. The most difficult explanation I had ever had with her was, how I came to be called Doctor, and yet was no Doctor. We had first discovered the mistake we had dropped into through her having asked me to prescribe for her when she had supposed me to be a Doctor in a medical point of view. So thinks I, "Now, if I give this book the name of my Prescriptions, and if she catches the idea that my only Prescriptions are for her amusement and interest, make her laugh in a pleasant way, or to make her cry in a pleasant way, it will be a delightful proof to both of us that we have got over our difficulty." It fell out to absolute perfection.

to

But let me not anticipate. (I take that expression out of a lot of romances I bought for her. I never opened a single one of 'em, and I have opened many, but I found the romancer saying "let me not anticipate." Which being so, I wonder why he did anticipate, or who asked him to it.) Let me not, I say, anticipate. This same book took up all my spare

time.

At last it was done, and the two years' time was gone after all the other time before it, and where it's all gone to, who knows? The new cart was finished, -yellow outside, relieved with wermilion and brass fittings, the old horse was put in it, a new un and a boy being laid on for the Cheap Jack cart, — and I cleaned myself up to go and fetch her.

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Marigold," says the gentleman, giving his hand hearty, "I am very glad to see you." "Yet I have my doubts, sir," says I, "if you can be half as glad to see me as I am to see you." "The time has appeared so long; has it, Marigold?"

"I won't say that, sir, considering its real length; but "

"What a start, my good fellow!"

Ah! I should think it was! Grown such a woman, so pretty, so intelligent, so expressive! I knew then that she must be really like my child, or I could never have known her, standing quiet by the door.

"You are affected," says the gentleman, in a kindly

manner.

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I feel, sir,” says I, "that I am but a rough chap in a sleeved waistcoat."

But

"I feel," says the gentleman, "that it was you who raised her from misery and degradation, and brought her into communication with her kind. why do we converse alone together, when we can converse so well with her? Address her in your own way."

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"I am such a rough chap in a sleeved waistcoat, sir," says I," and she is such a graceful woman, and she stands so quiet at the door!"