What! Done the rabbit? First rate! Splendid! Here is the shilling. But, honor bright, you don't deserve it; that naughty Scanty helped you."
"Please," said Jamie, timidly, "may I get out now and go hime?"
"Go home! What for?"
"I want to show Ju my shilling."
"By ginger! that is too rich. Not a bit of it. Do you know Mistress Polgrean's sweetie shop?"
"But that's at Wadebridge."
"At Wadebridge; and why not? You will spend your shilling there. But look at my brother. It is distressing; his eyes are alight at the thoughts of the tartlets, and the sticks of peppermint sugar, and the almond rock. Are you partial to almond rock, orphin?"
Jamie's mind was at once engaged.
"Which is it to be? Gingerbreads or tartlets, almond rock or barley-sugar?"
"I think I'll have the peppermint," said Jamie.
"Then peppermint it shall be. And you will give me a little bit, and Scanty a bit, and take a little bit home to Ju, eh?"
"He'll take a little bit home to Ju, Obadiah, old man."
The funny brother nodded.
"And the basket of shells?" asked the elder.
"Yes, she is making little boxes with them to sell," said Jamie.
"I suppose I may have the privilege of buying some," said Mr. Scantlebray, senior. "Oh, look at that brother of mine! How he is screwing his nose about! I say, old man, are you ill? Upon my life, I believe he is laughing."
Presently Jamie got restless.
"Please, Mr. Scantlebray, may I get out? Ju will be frightened at my being away so long."
"Poor Ju!" said Scantlebray, the elder. "But no—don't you worry your mind about that. We passed Uncle Zachie, and he will tell her where you are, in good hands, or rather, nipped between most reliable knees—my brother's and mine. Sit still. I can't stop Juno; we're going down-hill now, and if I stopped Juno she would fall. You must wait—wait till we get to Mrs. Pol-