No, marm, I shall not come again.

Let the law take its course." "O, mercy! See what you have brought upon us, Bobby," exclaimed Mrs.Bright, bursting into tears.
"Yes, marm, let the law take its course." "O, Bobby! Stop a moment, Mr.Hardhand; do stop a moment." "Not a moment, marm.

We'll see;" and Mr.Hardhand placed his hand upon the latch string.
Bobby felt very uneasy and very unhappy at that moment.

His passion had subsided, and he realized that he had done a great deal of mischief by his impetuous conduct.
Then the remembrance of his morning adventure on the bridge came like a flash of sunshine to his mind, and he eagerly drew from his pocket the handkerchief in which he had deposited the precious gold,--doubly precious now, because it would enable him to retrieve the error into which he had fallen, and do something towards relieving his mother's embarrassment.

With a trembling hand he untied the knot which secured the money.
"Here, mother, here is thirty-five dollars;" and he placed it in her hand.
"Why, Bobby!" exclaimed Mrs.Bright.
"Pay him, mother, pay him, and I will tell you all about it by and by." "Thirty-five dollars! and all in gold! Where _did_ you get it, Bobby ?" "Never mind it now, mother." Mr.Hardhand's covetous soul had already grasped the glittering gold; and removing his hand from the latch string, he approached the widow.
"I shall be able to pay you forty dollars now," said Mrs.Bright, taking the five dollars she had saved from her pocket.
"Yes, marm." Mr.Hardhand took the money, and seating himself at the table, indorsed the amount on the back of the note.
"You owe me sixty more," said he, maliciously, as he returned the note to his pocket book.