Meantime, I am wealthy, and I am alone, and why does my friend scruple to share my wealth?
Are you not my only friend?
and have you not acquired a right to share my wealth?
Answer me that, Alan Fairford.

When I was brought from the solitude of my mother's dwelling into the tumult of the Gaits' Class at the High School--when I was mocked for my English accent--salted with snow as a Southern--rolled in the gutter for a Saxon pock-pudding,--who, with stout arguments and stouter blows, stood forth my defender ?--why, Alan Fairford.

Who beat me soundly when I brought the arrogance of an only son, and of course a spoiled urchin, to the forms of the little republic ?--why, Alan.

And who taught me to smoke a cobbler, pin a losen, head a bicker, and hold the bannets ?--[Break a window, head a skirmish with stones, and hold the bonnet, or handkerchief, which used to divide High School boys when fighting.] Alan, once more.

If I became the pride of the Yards, and the dread of the hucksters in the High School Wynd, it was under thy patronage; and, but for thee, I had been contented with humbly passing through the Cowgate Port, without climbing over the top of it, and had never seen the KITTLE NINE-STEPS nearer than from Bareford's Parks.