He ees begging me efery day to come again back--that leetle one," cried Joe indignantly.
"I come here not wis plessir--not so.

He is ver' _triste_, thees boy--ver' dull.

I am to take sorry for heem--_sin vergueenza!_ Also, perhaps a leetle I am coming for that he ordaire always from the _Posada_ the bes' dinners, lak now." "Such a care-free life!" sighed Francis-Frank.

"Decidedly I must reform my ways.

One finds so much gayety and happiness among the criminal classes, as I observed when I first met Mr.Johnson--in Vesper Jail." "Oh, has Pete been in jail?
That's good.