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 me a valet, you, and six well-fed pigs, to be killed and cured at such intervals as the occasion demands."

"Thank you, sir," said Pollyooly gravely. "But I couldn't leave the Lump—my brother Roger, sir."

"We will take brother Roger with us. I must have my bacon; and traveling will expand his mind," said the Honorable John Ruffin with a lordly air.

"Thank you, sir," said Pollyooly; and she carried the drawer, the garments, the bath-towel, and the sponge into the bedroom. Then she went to the kitchen, boiled two eggs, and brought them to her employer.

"Perfectly done—an angel of genius," he said, after opening the first of them. "Has it ever occurred to you, Pollyooly, how extraordinarily like an angel you look?"

"Angels don't have red hair, sir," said Pollyooly quickly.

"Yes; your red hair is against the best British traditions, but not against the Italian. I must assure you that in spite of your red hair you are, to the cultivated eye, the authentic angel child," said the Honorable John Ruffin firmly.