And my cousin Godby, that has a water-wheel, was rattened, by his scythe-blades being flung in the dam.

He squared with Mary Anne, and then he got a letter to say where the blades were.

But one was missing.
He complained to Mr.Grotait here, and Mr.Grotait put his hand in his pocket directly, and paid the trade-price of the blade--three shillings, I think it was." "Yes," said Grotait; "'but,' I remember I said at the time, 'you must not construe this that I was any way connected with the rattening.' But some are deaf to reason.

Hallo!" "What is the matter, sir ?" "Why, what is that in the fender?
Your eyes are younger than mine." And Mr.Grotait put up his gold double eyeglass, and looked with marked surprise and curiosity, at a note that lay in the fender.
Mr.Bayne had been present at similar comedies, and was not polite enough to indorse Mr.Grotait's surprise.

He said, coolly, "It will be the identical note we are waiting for." He stooped down and took it out of the fender, and read it.
"'To Mr.LITTLE, or MR.