r is it family?

    Farm, of course, she said.

    A he-bud, or a she-bud?

    A  w I shall be bringing up by hand.

    Gentleman leaned towards her.

    Lucky boy! he said, and winked.

    Mrs Sucksby cried, Ourned pink as a rose. You saucebox!

    Nancy or not, ainly make a lady blusleman, because —had been,

    o a real gents scher and a

    jster__all s broke. he had had

    money once, and lost it all gambling;  of tune; and so o get money took to t  family, t  in him.

    e ter le  Paris;  a year putting Frenco Engliso Frencting tly different eacime, and pinning different titles on tory pass as ty brand-nely,  ty, and seem  as t. te o some ric every time tock from counterfeit banks. ed on o Lant Street about once a year, bringing poke to Mr Ibbs, and picking up bad coin, cautions, and tips.

    I supposed  seemed, did Mrs Sucksby, for once y ea, , ss cradle and smoot across her lap and said,

    ell noleman, t. e didnt look for you for anotwo. he look of?

    Gentleman shing for Mr Ibbs, I am afraid.

    , not, Mr Ibbs?

    Very sad, said Mr Ibbs, from  the brazier.

    Mrs Sucksby greial. hen, for me?

    But Gentleman shook his head again.

    Not for you, eit for you; not for Garibaldi  for Dainty, nor for Phe boys; nor even for Charley ag.

    t me, and taken up ttered playing-cards, and ing to ts. y, and Mrs Sucksby, still quite pink in t t once reacarted s kind of man, w always be busy.

    ell, Sue, i