But I was in a manner stupefied by this turning up of my old misdeed and old acquaintance, and could think of nothing else.
My sister was not in a very bad temper when we presented ourselves in the kitchen, and Joe was encouraged by that unusual circumstance to tell her about the bright shilling.

"A bad un, I'll be bound," said Mrs.Joe triumphantly, "or he wouldn't have given it to the boy! Let's look at it." I took it out of the paper, and it proved to be a good one.

"But what's this ?" said Mrs.Joe, throwing down the shilling and catching up the paper.

"Two One-Pound notes ?" Nothing less than two fat sweltering one-pound notes that seemed to have been on terms of the warmest intimacy with all the cattle-markets in the county.

Joe caught up his hat again, and ran with them to the Jolly Bargemen to restore them to their owner.