And now I must wish you a very good morning, Mrs.Hudson.

Believe me, you have my hearty sympathy." The woman rose and then stood irresolute for a moment, as though there was something which she still wished to mention.
"When will I be able to draw Jim's back pay, sir ?" she asked nervously.
"I have pawned nigh everything in the house, and the child and me is weak from want of food." "Your husband's back pay," the merchant said, taking down a ledger from the shelf and turning rapidly over the leaves.

"I think that you are under a delusion, Mrs.Hudson.

Let me see--Dawson, Duffield, Everard, Francis, Gregory, Gunter, Hardy.

Ah, here it is--Hudson, boatswain of the _Black Eagle_.