Who knows when and where he may turn up, or what he'll do ?" "That's a good 'un! My Uncle Clover indeed! Whatever put that into your 'ead ?" Her ejaculations of wonder and disdain continued until the close of the interview, and Mr.Sparkes went his way, convinced that Polly was being pursued by some wealthy man, probably quite unprincipled--the kind of man who frequents "proper rest'rants" and sits in the stalls at "theaytres," where, doubtless, Polly had made his acquaintance.

After brooding a day or two on this idea he procured a sheet of the cheapest note-paper and sat down in his bedroom, high up at Chaffey's, to compose a letter for his daughter's behoof.
"DEAR POLLY, "I write you these few lines to say that the more I think about you and your way of carrying on the less I like the look of it, and the sooner I make that plain to you the better for both of us, and I'm sure you'll think the same.

You are that strong-headed, my girl; but listen to the warnings of experience, who have seen a great deal of the wicked world, and cannot hope to see much more of it at my present age.

There will come a day when you will wish that you could hear of me by a note to Chaffey's, but such will not be.

Before it's too late I take up the pen to say these few words, which is this: I have always been a respectable and a saving man, which I hope to be until I am no more.