He locked up the papers; and about a week after he asked his housekeeper, one day, in the library: "Had your husband never a brother?" Mrs. Carwell squalled on this sudden introduction of the funereal topic, and cried exemplary "piggins full," as the Judge used pleasantly to say.

He had his tea and hot rolls in a morning, while we were battening upon our quarter of a penny loafour crugmoistened with attenuated small beer, in wooden piggins, smacking of the pitched leathern jack it was poured from.