"Good Heaven! who are you?"

He threw off his hat, with false ringlets fastened to the inside of it,
and I beheld Timothy. In a moment I sprang over the counter, and was in
his arms. "Is it possible," exclaimed I, after a short silence on both
sides, "that I find you, Timothy, a disabled sailor?"

"Is it possible, Japhet," replied Timothy, "that I find you a
broad-brimmed Quaker?"

"Even so, Timothy. I am really and truly one."

"Then you are less disguised than I am," replied Timothy, kicking off
his wooden leg, and letting down his own, which had been tied up to his
thigh, and concealed in his wide blue trousers. "I am no more a sailor
than you are, Japhet, and since you left me have never yet seen the
salt water, which I talk and sing so much about."

"Then thou hast been deceiving, Timothy, which I regret much."

"Now I do perceive that you are a Quaker," replied Tim; "but do not
blame me until you have heard my story. Thank God, I have found you at
last. But tell me, Japhet, you will not send me away--will you? If your
dress is changed, your heart is not. Pray answer me, before I say
nything more. You know I can be useful here."

"Indeed, Timothy, I have often wished for you since I have been here,
and it will be your own fault if I part with you. You shall assist me
in the shop; but you must dress like me."

"Dress like you! have I not always dressed like you? When we started
from Cophagus's, were we not dressed much alike? did we not wear
spangled jackets together? did I not wear your livery, and belong to
you? I'll put on anything, Japhet--but we must not part again."

"My dear Timothy, I trust we shall not; but I expect my assistant here
soon, and do not wish that he should see you in that garb. Go to a small
public-house at the farther end of this street, and when you see me
pass, come out to me, and we will walk out into the country, and
consult together."

"I have put up at a small house not far off, and have some clothes
there; I will alter my dress and meet you. God bless you, Japhet."

Timothy then picked up his ballads, which were scattered on the floor,
put up his leg, and putting on his wooden stump, hastened away, after
once more silently pressing my hand.

In half an hour my assistant returned, and I desired him to remain in
the shop, as I was going out on business. I then walked to the appointed
rendezvous, and was soon joined by Tim, who had discarded his sailor's
disguise, and wa