on the subject, Jacob; I have
an order to give, and then I will come up to you again;" and Mr
Drummond quitted the room.

"You dear, good boy," said Sarah, coming up to me. "Now, I really do
love you."

What I might have replied was put a stop to by Mrs Drummond entering
the room. She made a few inquiries about where I at present resided,
and Sarah was catechising me rather inquisitively about Mary Stapleton,
when Mr Drummond re-entered the room, and shook me by the hand with a
warmth which made me more ashamed of my conduct towards him. The
conversation became general, but still rather embarrassed, when Sarah
whispered to me "What is the favour you would ask of my father?" I had
forgotten it at the moment, but I immediately told him that I would be
obliged if he would allow me to have a part of the money belonging to me
which he held in his possession.

"That I will, with pleasure, and without asking what you intend to do
with it, Jacob. How much do you require?"

"Thirty pounds, if there is so much."

Mr Drummond went down, and in a few minutes returned with the sum in
notes and guineas. I thanked him, and shortly afterwards took my leave.

"Did not young Beazeley tell you I had something for you, Jacob?" said
Sarah, as I wished her good-bye.

"Yes; what is it?"

"You must come and see," replied Sarah, laughing. Thus was a finale to
all my revenge brought about by a little girl of fifteen years old, with
large dark eyes.

Tom had taken his glass of grog below, and was waiting for me at the
steps. We shoved off, and returned to his father's house, where dinner
was just ready. After dinner old Tom recommenced the argument; "The
only hitch," says he, "is about the wherry. What do you say, old
woman?" The old woman shook her head.

"As that is the only hitch," said I, "I can remove it, for here is the
money for the wherry, which I make a present to Tom," and I put the
money into young Tom's hand. Tom counted it out before his father and
mother, much to their astonishment.

"You are a good fellow, Jacob," said Tom; "but I say, do you recollect
Wimbledon Common?"

"What then?" replied I.

"Only Jerry Abershaw, that's all."

"Do not be afraid, Tom, it is honestly mine."

"But how did you get it, Jacob," said old Tom.

It may appear strange, but, impelled by a wish to serve my friends, I
had asked for the money which I knew belonged to me, but never thought
of the manner in which it had been