He has very kindly given us this beautiful clock, almost exactly like ours." The sound of Mercy's voice reassured the poor bewildered old woman, and, dropping her old-fashioned courtesy, she said timidly,-- "Pleased to see you, sir.

Pray take a chair." "Chair?
chair?
No, no! Never do sit down in houses,--never, never.
Where'll you have it, mum?
Where'll you have it?
"Don't you dare put that down! Wait till you are told to, you lazy rascals!" he exclaimed, lifting his cane, and threatening the men who were on the point of setting the clock down, very naturally thinking they might be permitted at last to rest a moment.
"Oh, Mr.Wheeler!" said Mercy, "let them put it down anywhere, please, for the present.

I never can tell at first where I want a thing to stand.

I shall have to try it in different corners before I am sure," and Mercy took out her portemonnaie, and came forward to pay the bearers.

As she opened it, the old man stepped nearer to her, and peered curiously into her hand.