t the slimy, slippery, dirty wall, and breathed hard and fast. Her father could not see her nor find her there, and she was in a mood at that mome

, were eagerly buying and chaffering, and making what preparations they could for the coming Sabbath. No one molested or looked at Bet as she walked rapidly back to Paradise Row. She reached her destination about midnight, to find the whole house in what seemed to her the most awful state of uproar. Shouts and eager voices filled the air; loud laughter, screams of-"Hurrah! Well done! Do it again, Mother Bunch!" resounded on all sides. The door of Mother B

e shamrock, the gree

us. Bet had been dragged into the room, where she stood moodily, her shawl thrown off her head and lying in picturesque soft folds of color on her sho

dancing-had sprung off the dislodged door, which

ord oncivil to this young girl shall have something to say also to Molly O'Flaherty. Now, out with yiz, neighbors all; the entertainment's

est command was law; in an incredibly short space of time the

t's edification. "This arum shall come atween you and trouble, Bet Granger. You ask anybody round what they know of Mother Bunch, and a mimber such as this. Y

f the Irishwoman's twinkling eyes, that Bet's overwrought heart was stra

"you're a safeguard to

she went

superior place of residence in Sparrow Street. There he found Dent awaiting him. Splendid jack-tar as he was, no one could be more thoroughly disagreeable than Isaac Dent when things,

w how I'm to get them away from there. But," continued Granger, sinking into the first seat he could find, and stretching out his muddy boots, "you're about right on one point, old man-Wi

is head, and grow deeper and more cunning. He did not speak at all for a momen

wife to me-or, or-you don't handle the coin,-you don't handle none of the coin, Granger. And you know a thing or two what would make it uncommon hot for you, if the wind was

lass, and a cute lass, and a cunning one; and she have got that Irishwoman Mother Bunch to

t as far as the door, then he turned suddenly-"Mother

she's a smart gel, and she have got t

ids away from you-and she defies you, and laughs in your face? You couldn't think of a means o

one. Her Mothe

e's such a thing as starving the wildest and sauciest lass in Liverpool into saying yea to your yea. A hint to the wise man is enough. I'll wish yo

l expressions-was most apparent. It was past midnight now, and he cast sinister glances behind and around him. It would have been very unpleasant for him had certain people-Will Scarlett, for instance-the least idea he was still in Liverpool. Will, of course, supposed he was leagues away by now, snugly ensconced in that berth which he, Will, had been so loath to part with, on board the

desire of his life at present was to make handsome Bet Granger his wife; and he certainly did n

om the recess beneath a sailor's checked pocket handkerchief. He opened it, and spread out on the table about twelve sovereigns in shining gold. "Six for me," he said, "and six for Granger, the day as Bet's mine. I ha' got a few shillings still, to hold out, and Bet must be mine by-and-