Good-night!" "Good-night!" She set down the candle by his bedside with a "Mind you put it out!" final warning, and descended the stairs to see the rest of her customers cleared off the premises, with the exception of Bill Bush, Matt Peke, and Tom o' the Gleam, who were her frequent night lodgers.

She found Tom o' the Gleam standing up and delivering a kind of extemporary oration, while his rough cap, under the pilotage of Bill Bush, was being passed round the table in the fashion of a collecting plate.
"The smallest contribution thankfully received!" he laughed, as he looked and saw her.

"Miss Tranter, we're doing a mission! We're Salvationists! Now's your chance! Give us a sixpence!" "What for ?" And setting her arms akimbo, the hostess of the "Trusty Man" surveyed all her lingering guests with a severe face.

"What games are you up to now?
It's time to clear!" "So it is, and all the good little boys are going to bed," said Tom.
"Don't be cross, Mammy! We want to close our subscription list--that's all! We've raised a few pennies for the old grandfather upstairs.

He'll never get to Cornwall, poor chap! He's as white as paper.