Grit had been a junkman; his business addressa vacant lot; his only asseta junk-cart across the top of which he had strung a belt of jingling, jangling bells that had called through the cavernous streets more plainly than Grit himself: "Rags, old iron, bottles, and ra-ags.

But I must s-s-seek this Gl-Gl-Gloster and Sk-Sk-Skink that co-coney-catching ra-ra-rascal, a pa-pa-plague co-co-confound him.

"But I am ra-ally in earnest," continued the lady, thoughtfully, turning three heavy cluster rings on her little left finger.

That which ap-pears to you as a mi-ra-cle is none.

Ta-ra, tara-ra-ra!

Arm : Wan-na, or War-na : Aco, or Acol : Wor-nuck : Tarrang : - : Bar-gar : Co-pah : Yir-ra-wig.