Now he must walk to Bridlington, where an uncle lived who would give him a home.

He produced a letter from his uncle, but he had either lost or torn up the envelope.

All this and more he told my son with such candour and sincerity, that he was soon the poorer by half-a-crown.

Then, to improve the fellow's chance of getting to Bridlington, he brought him to me.

I was enjoying my beauty sleep when that ill-fated knock aroused me.