CHAPTER III.
If ever a young kipple in the middlin classes began life with a chance of happiness, it was Mr.and Mrs.Frederic Altamont.

There house at Cannon Row, Islington, was as comfortable as house could be.

Carpited from top to to; pore's rates small; furnitur elygant; and three deomestix: of which I, in course, was one.

My life wasn't so easy as in Mr.A.'s bachelor days; but, what then?
The three W's is my maxum: plenty of work, plenty of wittles, and plenty of wages.

Altamont kep his gig no longer, but went to the city in an omlibuster.
One would have thought, I say, that Mrs.A., with such an effeckshnut husband, might have been as happy as her blessid majisty.