On the appearance of the laggards, Jinny, who had put her own interpretation on the misplaced kiss, prepared to free her arm; but Purdy, winking at his friend, squeezed it to his side and held her prisoner.
Tilly buzzed a word in his ear.
"Yes, by thunder!" he ejaculated; and letting go of his companions, he spun round like a ballet-dancer.

"Ladies! Let me introduce to you my friend, Dr.Richard Townshend-Mahony, F.R.C.S., M.D., Edinburgh, at present proprietor of the 'Diggers' Emporium,' Dead Dog Hill, Ballarat.
-- Dick, my hearty, Miss Tilly Beamish, world-famed for her sauce; Miss Jinny, renowned for her skill in casting the eyes of sheep; and, last but not least, pretty little Polly Perkins, alias Miss Polly Turnham, whose good deeds put those of Dorcas to the blush." The Misses Beamish went into fits of laughter, and Tilly hit Purdy over the back with her parasol.
But the string of letters had puzzled them, roused their curiosity.
"What'n earth do they mean ?--Gracious! So clever! It makes me feel quite queer." "Y'ought to 'ave told us before 'and, Purd, so's we could 'ave studied up." However, a walk to a cave was under discussion, and Purdy urged them on.

"Phoebus is on the wane, girls.

And it's going to be damn cold to-night." Once more with the young person called Polly as companion, Mahony followed after.

He walked in silence, listening to the rattle of the three in front.