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* = . we SS Ree . *) 2, bo and : A 4s ha > - - , rot . 3 ~ wy fe ee ~* ; . 20 game ~ ° o ‘ Pt “And who may you be?” demanded Sir Jonn, turning quickly upon him. “J have not the pleasure of your ac- quaintance.” “That shan’t stand in the way,’ said Tommy, promptly. “My name is Tommy Perkins, and I live down to Weathers- field. I reckon yew know where to locate Weathersfield.” “ What are you doing here ?” “ Wa-al, jest now, I calculate ’'m a-standin’ up. 'T would '~ be Christian-like ef I was asked tew take a cheer.” “You think so ?”” “T reckon. JI cum np here to look arter my uncle, and - the onmitigated skunk has migrated ag’in. - Prehaps no one but me would stand it, a-lookin’ arter him.” “Ts your uncle at the castle ?” “How dew I know? Yew hev got an awful lot of men round here, I guess, and it wouldn’t hurt to look them over. You ought to consider a nevew’s feelings; you ought, now, really.” : “What was your uncle’s name ?” “Hisname? Waz-al, ’twan’t no name to be’shamed on, as I knows. In p’int of fact, it is as pooty a name as any in Connecticut. It begins with a ‘ P,” and ends with an ‘s)-and when you get done spellin’ you say Perkins.” “That is your way of telling me that his name is Per- kins.” *"Ya-as.” “Then let me aaroeet that you had better go outside and look for him. If you find him, come back and let me know.” | “TI couldn’t think of it. Yew see I made a promise, and I allers sticks tew a promise. I told that old man that I would stand by him, and I am going to dew it. He has got sonie- thing to say. While he says it, I will locate myself in one of these big.chairs and give you my moral support. Pitch in, old Parchment.” The surpassing impudence of the boy called a smile to the — stern face of Sir John. He had seated himself in a large Chair, placed his treet on another, and with serene composure Waited the event. “You don’t intend to leave us,” said the baronet. Comichooks.;com~