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Rh always tells me when it's breakfast-time—and Miss Biddy has got as good a clock as I have." "What wicked boys you are!" exclaimed the irritated Mrs. Higgs; "all this comes of your edication." "I am sure," rejoined Jack, "I don't want to be educated—I hate going to school." "Ain't you ashamed of yourselves, you little ungrateful rascals? Don't you cost us a mint of money, that you may have the blessing edication?" "I don't care," returned Jack. "Don't care! you undootiful wretch, do you know that Don't Care came to the gallows?" "Well Ma', if it's my fate to be hanged, I shall never be drowned." "I'll be the death of you, Master Saucebox!" said Mrs. Higgs, rushing wrathfully forward; but the box on the ear was arrested by the sudden entrance of Miss Bridget Amelia and Signor Giulio Castelli. The young gentleman made his escape; but Mrs. Higgs's store of indignation was not so instantly to be assuaged, even by the oil of courtesy; though, by dint of eating two lozenges, getting her a glass of