Our feet touch the ground on it now, Jeff." "Come on to the shed, I say, and put it right.

_How_ brickish of you to come back, Jeff!" A long afternoon the happy Jeff spent over that intractable tricycle.
It was past all repair; but no feat of engineering was ever applauded as were the one or two touches by which he contrived to make it stand upright and bear the weight of a boy.

Before the work was over Farmer Rosher had joined them, well pleased at his boys' delight.
"Thee's paid oop for thy sin, lad," said he.

"I did thee and the lads more harm than I meant; but thee's a home here whenever thee likes, to make up for it; and come away and see the missus and have a drop of tea." From the farmer, who may have had good reason for knowing, Jeffreys learned that Mrs Trimble was comfortably quartered in an almshouse; and there, next morning--for there was do escaping from Ash Cottage that night--he found her, and soothed her with the news he had to tell of her poor prodigal.
"Well, well," she said, "God is merciful; and He will reward you, John, as He had pity on the lad.

And now will you be sure and take a mother's blessing to the sweet lady, and tell her if she ever wants to make an old woman happy, he has only to come here, and let me see her and kiss her for what she has done for me and mine ?" That message he delivered a week later as he walked with Raby one afternoon in Regent's Park.