"Whose child can this be ?" "How the devil should I know!" replied Jonathan gruffly.

"I suppose it didn't drop through the ceiling, did it?
Are you quite sure it's flesh and blood ?" asked he, playfully pinching its arm till it cried out with pain.
"My child! my child!" exclaimed Mrs.Sheppard, rushing from the adjoining room.

"Where is it ?" "Are you the mother of this child ?" inquired the person who had first spoken, addressing Mrs.Sheppard.
"I am--I am!" cried the widow, snatching the babe, and pressing it to her breast with rapturous delight "God be thanked, I have found it!" "We have both good reason to be grateful," added the lady, with great emotion.
"'Sblood!" cried Jonathan, who had listened to the foregoing conversation with angry wonder, "I've been nicely done here.

Fool that I was to part with my lantern! But I'll soon set myself straight.

What ho! lights! lights!" And, shouting as he went, he flung himself down stairs.
"Where shall I fly ?" exclaimed the lady, bewildered with terror.