sassengers an' suet pud'n. I must go an' tell this
to Tim Lumpy. It'll bust 'im--that's my on'y fear, but I must tell 'im
wotever be the consikences."

With this stern resolve, to act regardless of results, Bob Frog went off
in search of his little friend, whose departure for Canada had been
delayed, from some unknown cause, much to Bob's satisfaction. He found
Tim on his way to the Beehive, and was induced not only to go with him,
but to decide, finally, to enter the Institution as a candidate for
Canada. Being well-known, both as to person and circumstances, he was
accepted at once; taken in, washed, cropped, and transformed as if by
magic.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN.

SIR RICHARD VISITS THE BEEHIVE, AND SEES MANY SURPRISING THINGS.

"My dear Mrs Loper," said Mrs Twitter over a cup of tea, "it is very
kind of you to say so, and I really do think you are right, we have done
full justice to our dear wee Mita. Who would ever have thought,
remembering the thin starved sickly child she was the night that Sam
brought her in, that she would come to be such a plump, rosy, lovely
child? I declare to you that I feel as if she were one of my own."

"She is indeed a very lovely infant," returned Mrs Loper. "Don't you
think so, Mrs Larrabel?"

The smiling lady expanded her mouth, and said, "very."

"But," continued Mrs Twitter, "I really find that the entire care of
her is too much for me, for, although dear Mary assists me, her studies
require to be attended to, and, do you know, babies interfere with
studies dreadfully. Not that I have time to do much in that way at
present. I think the Bible is the only book I really study now, so, you
see, I've been thinking of adding to our establishment by getting a new
servant;--a sort of nursery governess, you know,--a cheap one, of
course. Sam quite agrees with me, and, as it happens, I know a very
nice little girl just now--a very very poor girl--who helps us so nicely
on Sundays in George Yard, and has been recommended to me as a most
deserving creature. I expect her to call to-night."

"Be cautious, Mrs Twitter," said Mrs Loper. "These _very_ poor girls
from the slums of Whitechapel are sometimes dangerous, and, excuse me,
rather dirty. Of course, if you know her, that is some security, but I
would advise you to be very cautious."

"Thank you, my dear," said Mrs Twitter, "I usually am very cautious,
and will try to be so on this occasion. I mean her to be rather a so