om his stool, and cast his eyes upon the
paper.

"What!" he cried, "you made that picture! How, sir Upon my word, young
man, you are in a bad way. The youngster who stops to make designs
upon a copy of a deed in a law office, is on the high-road to the
gallows. It is an enormity, sir--horrible! dreadful!"

"What the devil are you shouting about there!" cried the voice of Mr.
Rushton, angrily. And opening the door between the two rooms, the
shaggy-headed gentleman appeared upon the threshold.

Roundjacket turned over the sheet of paper upon which Verty's design
had been made; and then turned to reply to the words addressed to him.

"I am using my privilege to correct this youngster," he replied, with
a flourish of his ruler, apparently designed to impress the shaggy
head with the idea that he, Mr. Roundjacket, would not permit any
infringement of his rights and privileges.

"You are, are you?" said Mr. Rushton.

"Yes, sir," replied the clerk.

"And what do you find to correct in Mr. Verty?"

"Many things."

"Specify."

"With pleasure."

And Mr. Roundjacket, inserting one thumb into the pocket of his long
waistcoat, pointed with the ruler to Verty's costume.

"Do you call that a proper dress for a lawyer's clerk?" he said. "Is
the profession to be disgraced by the entrance of a bear, a savage, a
wild boy of the woods, who resembles a catamountain? Answer that, sir.
Look at those leggins!"

And Mr. Roundjacket indicated the garments which reached to Verty's
knees, with the end of his ruler.

"Well," said Mr. Rush ton, smiling, "I should think you might have
them changed without troubling me, Verty."

The boy raised his head with a smile.

"How would you like a new suit of clothes?"

"I don't want any, sir."

"But these won't do."

"Why not, sir?"

"They're too primitive, you cub. Clothes, sir, are the essence of
human society, and a man is known by his shell. If you wish to reap
those numerous advantages for your mother, you must be re-habited."

"Anan?" said Verty.

"I mean you must dress like a Christian--get new clothes."

Verty smiled.

"You are willing, I suppose?"

"Yes, sir."

"Very well--that does honor to your filial affection, you handsome
savage. Roundjacket, take this young man up to O'Brallaghan's
to-morrow, and have his measure taken."

"With pleasure," said Mr. Roundjacket, who had evidently taken a great
liking to Verty; "what sort of clothes?"

Mr. Rushton looked at