nswer
for it I 'll soon see my way."

When Raper had deposited the mass of papers on the table, and presented
the cup of tea to Crowther, he stole, half timidly, over to where Polly
sat.

"You must be hungry, Papa Joe,"--it was the name by which she called him
in infancy,--"for you never appeared at dinner. Pray eat something now."

"I have no appetite, Polly,--that is, I have eaten already. I 'm quite
refreshed," said he, scarcely thinking of what he said, for his eyes
were directed to the table where Crowther was seated, and where a kind
of supercilious smile on the attorney's face seemed evoked by something
in the papers before him.

"Some cursed folly of his own,--some of that blundering nonsense that
he fills his brains with!" cried Fagan, as he threw indignantly away
a closely written sheet of paper, the lines of which unmistakably
proclaimed verse.

Joe eyed the unhappy document wistfully for a second or two, and then,
with a stealthy step, he crept over, and threw it into the hearth.

"I found out the passage, Polly," said he, in a whisper, so as not
to disturb the serious conference of the others; and he drew a few
well-thumbed leaves from his pocket, and placed them beside her, while
she bent over them till her glossy ringlets touched the page.

"This is the Medea," said she; "but we have not read that yet."

"No, Polly; you remember that we kept it for the winter nights; we
agreed Tieck and Chamisso were better for summer evenings--'Quando
ridono i prati,' as Petrarch says;" and her eyes brightened, and her
cheek glowed as he spoke. "How beautiful was that walk we took on Sunday
evening last! That little glen beside the river, so silent, so still,
who could think it within a mile or two of a great city? What a
delightful thing it is to think, Polly, that they who labor hard in the
week--and there are so many of them!--can yet on that one day of rest
wander forth and taste of the earth's freshness.

"'L; oro e le perle--i fior vermegli ed i bianchi.'"

"Confound your balderdash!" cried Fagan, passionately; "you've put me
out in the tot--seventeen and twelve, twenty-nine--two thousand nine
hundred pounds, with the accruing interest. I don't see that he has
added the interest."

Mr. Crowther bent patiently over the document for a few minutes, and
then, taking off his spectacles, and wiping them slowly, said, in
his blandest voice: "It appears to me that Mr. Raper has omitted
to calculate the inte