"That's what put me on the track of ye.

'Here's a tacker,' I said, 'can climb up to the top of Emmanuel's in his sleep, and I've been wasting money and temper on them that won't go up an ord'nary chimbley when they're wideawake, 'ithout I lights a furze-bush underneath to hurry them.'" "I trust," put in Miss Plinlimmon, aghast, "you are jesting, Mr.
Trapp ?" "Jesting, ma'am ?" "You do not really employ that barbarous method of acceleration ?" "Meaning furze-bushes?
Why, no, ma'am; not often.

Look ye here, young sir," he continued, dismissing (as of no account) this subject, so interesting to me; "you was wide awake, anyway, when you came down, and that you can't deny." "Harry," persisted Miss Plinlimmon, "has not been used to harsh treatment.

You will like his manners: he is a very gentlemanly boy." Mr.Trapp stared at her, then at me, then slowly around the room.
"Gentlemanly ?" he echoed at length, in a wondering way, under his breath.
"I have used my best endeavours.

Yes, though I say it to his face, you will really--if careful to appeal to his better instincts--find him one of Nature's gentlemen." Mr.Trapp broke into a grin of relief; almost you could say that he heaved a sigh.
"Oh, that's all ?" said he.