But if you had seen him as taught her,--seen him a year ago." "Who's he ?" "Waife, sir; mayhap you have heard speak of Waife ?" "I blush to say, no." "Why, he might have made his fortune at Common Garden; but that's a long story.

Poor fellow! he's broke down now, anyhow.

But she takes care of him, little darling: God bless thee!" and the Cobbler here exchanged a smile and a nod with the little girl, whose face brightened when she saw him amidst the crowd.
"By the brush and pallet of Raphael!" cried the elder of the young men, "before I am many hours older I must have that child's head!" "Her head, man!" cried the Cobbler, aghast.
"In my sketch-book.

You are a poet,--I a painter.

You know the little girl ?" "Don't I! She and her grandfather lodge with me; her grandfather,--that's Waife,--marvellous man! But they ill-uses him; and if it warn't for her, he'd starve.