Rosa hung about him, soft and pitying, till it cleared away, at all events for the time.
Next day they went together to clear the goods Rosa had purchased.
Whilst the list was being made out in the office, in came the fair-haired boy, with a ten-pound note in his very hand.

Rosa caught sight of it, and turned to the auctioneer, with a sweet, pitying face: "Oh! sir, surely you will not take all that money from him, poor child, for a rickety old chair." The auctioneer stared with amazement at her simplicity, and said, "What would the vendors say to me ?" She looked distressed, and said, "Well, then, really we ought to raise a subscription, poor thing!" "Why, ma'am," said the auctioneer, "he isn't hurt: the article belonged to his mother and her sister; the brother-in-law isn't on good terms; so he demanded a public sale.

She will get back four pun ten out of it." Here the clerk put in his word.

"And there's five pounds paid, I forgot to tell you." "Oh! left a deposit, did he ?" "No, sir.

But the laughing hyena gave you five pounds at the end of the sale." "The laughing hyena, Mr.Jones ?" "Oh! beg pardon; that is what we call him in the room.