He took up the crystal.

"Have you looked into this ball, pretty one, as I bade ye ?" "Yes, two or three times." "Ha! and what did you see ?" "My own face made very long," said Sophy,--"as long as that--," stretching out her hands.
The Cobbler shook his head dolefully, and screwing up one eye, applied the other to the mystic ball.
MR.

WAIFE.--"Perhaps you will see if those two gentlemen are coming." SOPHY.--"Do, do! and if they will give us three pounds!" COBBLER (triumphantly).--"Then you do care to know the future, after all ?" SOPHY.--"Yes, so far as that goes; but don't look any further, pray." COBBLER (intent upon the ball, and speaking slowly, and in jerks).--"A mist now.

Ha! an arm with a besom--sweeps all before it." SOPHY (frightened).--"Send it away, please." COBBLER--"It is gone.

Ha! there's Rugge,--looks very angry,--savage, indeed." WAIFE.--"Good sign that! proceed." COBBLER.--"Shakes his fist; gone.