ofound meditation.

"Come, Caleb Trotter!" he exclaimed, suddenly jumping in and seizing
the paddles; "this sort o' thing won't do, nohow. Here you be paid
for lookin' arter a gentl'm'n as wanders in hes wits, and fust news
es, you be doin' the same yoursel'. 'Tes terribul queer, though," he
added, and with that began to row towards town with an energy that
set the boat quivering.

When he returned, in less than two hours' time, he found Mr. Fogo
with a barrel full of water and the stump of a decayed broom, washing
out the back kitchen. The Twin had gone.

"Here we be, sir. Pound o' candles, pound o' tea, two loaves o'
bread, knives, forks, two cups, three eggs--one on 'em smashed, in my
trowsy pocket--saucepan, kettle, tea-pot, an' a hunk o' cold beef as
salt as Lot's wife's elbow. That's the fust load. There's more in
the boat, but I must ax'ee to bear a hand wi' thicky portmanty o'
youm, 'cos 'tes mortal heavy. I see'd Jan Higgs's wife a-fishin'
about two hundred yards from the quay, on my way up, an' warned her
to keep her distance. There's a well o' water round at the back, an'
I've fetched a small sack o' coal, and ef us don't have a dish o' tay
ready in a brace o' shakes, then Tom's killed an' Mary's forlorn."

With the statement of which gloomy alternative Mr. Caleb Trotter
broke into a smile of honest pride.

"Caleb," said Mr. Fogo from his hammock in the back kitchen at about
eleven o'clock on the same night.

"Aye, aye, sir."

"Are you comfortable?"

"Thank'ee, sir, gettin' on nicely. Just a bit Man-Fridayish to begin
wi', but as corrat as Crocker's mare."

"What did you say?"

"Figger o' speech agen, sir, that's all. Good-night, sir."

"Good-night, Caleb."

Mr. Fogo settled himself in his hammock, sighed for a second time and
dropped asleep.

CHAPTER VI.

HOW CERTAIN TROJANS CLIMBED A WALL OUT OF CURIOSITY; AND OF A
CHARWOMAN THAT COULD GIVE NO INFORMATION.

Meanwhile, curiosity in Troy was beating its wings against the closed
doors of "The Bower." The early morning train next day brought three
domestics to supplement the youth in buttons, and supplant the
charwoman. Miss Limpenny, in _deshabille_ (but at a decent distance
from the window), saw them arrive, and called Lavinia to look, with
the result that within two minutes the sisters had satisfied
themselves as to which was the cook, which the parlour-maid, and
which the kitchen-maid.

Later in the day, a van-load