You will be drenched before I get you in, Kit, and Ma'am will scold us for the rest of the day." "Will you take this umbrella for the child, my good man ?" observed Malcolm pleasantly.

"I am close to my chambers.

You can let me have it back to-morrow morning." Then, as the man regarded him in dazed astonishment, he gave him his address.

"Perhaps you may as well let me know your name," he continued.
"Caleb Martin, sir," replied the cobbler; "and we live in Todmorden's Lane, leading out of Beauchamp Street.

It is Mr.Bennet's the bootmaker, and I works for him and lives in the basement, 'long of wife and Kit." "Beauchamp Street--oh yes, I know.