ars never left his master, unless he was particularly attracted
by a small fight among some of his brethren, or was seized with
a desire to thrust his nostrils against some baby playing on the
sidewalk, (a ceremony which, we are sorry to say, he accompanied
with a sniff,) throwing the juvenile responsibility, thereby, into
convulsions, evidenced by yells. With these exceptions, Longears was
a well-behaved dog, and followed his master in a most "respectable"
manner.

Verty arrived at the fluttering doorway of O'Brallaghan's shop, and
encountered the proprietor upon the threshold, who made him a low bow.
His errand was soon told, and O'Brallaghan entered into extensive
explanations and profuse apologies for the delay in sending home Mr.
Verty's suit left with him. It would have received "attinshun" that
very morning--it was in the back room. Would Mr. Verty "inter?"

Verty entered accordingly, followed by the stately Longears, who
rubbed his nose against O'Brallaghan's stockings as he passed,
afterwards shaking his head, as if they were not to his taste.

Verty found himself opposite to Mr. Jinks, who was driving his needle
as savagely as ever, and, with a tremendous frown, chaunting the then
popular ditty of the "Done-over Tailor." Whether this was in gloomy
satire upon his own occupation we cannot say, but certainly the lover
of the divine Miss Sallianna presented an appearance very different
from his former one, at the Bower of Nature. His expression was as
dignified and lofty as before; but as to costume, the least said about
Mr. Jinks the better. We may say, however, that it consisted mainly
of a pair of slippers and a nightcap, from the summit of which latter
article of clothing drooped a lengthy tassel.

On Verty's entrance, Mr. Jinks started up with a terrific frown;
or rather, to more accurately describe the movement which he made,
uncoiled his legs, and raised his stooping shoulders.

"How, sir!" he cried, "is my privacy again invaded!"

"I came to get my clothes," said Verty, preoccupied with his own
thoughts, and very indifferent to the hero's ire.

"That's no excuse, sir!"

"Excuse?" said Verty.

"Yes, sir--I said excuse; this is my private apartment, and I have
told O'Brallaghan that it should not be invaded, sir!"

These indignant words brought Mr. O'Brallaghan to the door, whereupon
Mr. Jinks repeated his former observation, and declared that it was an
outrage upon his dignity and his rights.