"Muster Orkins, sir," said he, "beggin' your pardon, sir, but might I have a word with you, Muster Orkins, if it ain't a great intrusion, sir?

" "Well, Mr. Orkins, sir, ye see it is as this: you've lost a little dorg.

but I knows a party as 'as, and it ain't likely, Mr. Orkins, as you'll get 'im by orferin' a price like that, for why?

Why, it stands to reasondon't it, Mr. Orkins?it ain't the dorg you're payin' for, but your feelins as these 'ere wagabonds is tradin' on, Mr. Orkins; that's where it is.

" "Well, Mr. Orkins, they knowsdamn 'em!as your feelins ull make you orfer more and more, for who knows that there dorg might belong to a lidy, and then her feelins has to be took into consideration.

" "Very good; what am I to say next, Mr. Linton?" "'Don't yer?' says the tother feller; 'then what the h are yer looken arter him for?' "'Well,' you ses, Mr. Orkins, 'you can go to h. I don't keer for the dawg; he ain't my fancy.'

"But, excuse me, Mr. Orkins, sir, that's for future occasions.

" "Well, sir, I tries to act upright and downstraight; and, as I ses, if a man only does that he ain't got nothin' to fear, 'as he, Muster Orkins?"

The chances are, Mr. Orkins, you won't see him at all.

Would you believe it, Mr. Orkins, a gennelman comes to me, and he ses, 'Sam,' he ses, 'I want to find a little pet dawg as belonged to a lidy'which was his wife, in courseand he ses the lidy was nearly out of her mind.

Well, at last I agrees to do my best for the gent, and he says, just as you might say, Mr. Orkins, just now, 'When can she have him?'

Well, I told him the time; but what a innercent question, Mr. Orkins!

When he came in front of my seat he grinned with immense satisfaction, and said, "Can I get you anything, Mr. Orkins?" I could not understand the man's meaning.

"What do you mean?" "Don't you recollect, sir, you defended me at Kingston for a burglary charge, and got me off., Mr. Orkins, in flyin' colours?

" "Would a teapot be of any use to you, Mr. Orkins?" "A teapot!"

"Yes, sir, or a few silver spoonsanything you like to name, Mr. Orkins.

"Mr. Orkins, I will; but I am grateful for your gettin' me off that job, and if a piece o' plate will be any good, I'll guarantee it's good old family stuff as'll fetch you a lot o' money some day.

"Orkins for ever!" roared the multitude.

"Orkins for ever!"

Let 'em 'ave it, Orkins!

Again and again the air was rent with the cries for "Orkins," and it was perfectly useless for the police to attempt to clear the way.

(That's what they meant by "Give it 'em, Orkins!

The Claimant had written on it, "Surely this must have been meant for Orkins, not for me!" Louie's story of picking him up in the boat must have amused him greatly.

Mr. Ernest Hawkins (otherwise known as "ERNIE 'ORKINS"; 19 or 20; short, sallow, spectacled; draper's assistant; a respectable and industrious young fellow, who chooses to pass in his hours of ease as a blasé misogynist).

However, both young ladies declare that it is "a good riddance," and they thought "that ERNIE 'ORKINS never meant to go," which seems amply to console them for having slightly overrated their powers of fascination.