Upon my soul, it doesn't matter." Mrs.Wagner held up her forefinger reprovingly.

"Jack! don't forget you are speaking to a lady." Jack audaciously put his hand to his head, as if this was an effort of memory which was a little too much to expect of him.
"Anything to please you, Mistress," he said.

"I'll show her the bag." He exhibited to Madame Fontaine a leather bag, with a strap fastened round it.

"The keys are inside," he explained.

"I wore them loose this morning: and they made a fine jingle.