"You’re a nice person to leave in charge!" he roared. "What have you got to say for yourself, hey?" Johnny grinned. "You’re very well up to time, sir," he said cheerily. "We’ll have to have breakfast in the housekeeper’s room, for you never saw such a beastly mess in all your life!" *XIII* *A GIOTTO OF THE COTSWOLDS* When Mary Cardross first saw Jethro he was six years old, and still wore petticoats. He was not particularly small for his age, and his appearance was, to say the least of it, peculiar. A cotton frock, made with skirt and body like a housemaid’s morning dress, reached to his ankles; and he seemed to have very little underneath, for this outer garment hung limp and straight from waist to heel, except on Sundays, when, fresh from the hands of his aunt, it stuck out all round like a lamp-shade. His hair, cropped very short round the edges, was several inches long on the crown. Mrs. Gegg, by courtesy his "aunt," did not even put a basin on his head by way of guide in the shearing, but, brushing all the hair forward from the centre of the crown, laid the scissors against his forehead, and cut the hair close to the skin all round. It grew again quickly, and stuck out above his temples like a new straw thatch. "Isn’t he rather a big boy for petticoats?" Mary asked, as her landlady removed the supper, pausing at intervals to explain Jethro’s presence under her roof. "Yes, ’e be a biggish boy, but I hain’t a-goin’ to be at no expense for ’im as I can ’elp. ’E can wait cum Christmas for ’is trowsies. ’E ought to be thankful as ’e weren’t tuk to the workus, an’ me only ’is mother’s cousin, though ’e _do_ call me haunt. ’E be a great expense, and I’ve ’ad ’im this two year. The most onandiest, nothingly child you ever see,—always a-scribblin’ and a-messin’ and moonin’. I don’t set no store by Jethro, I can tell you, Miss! ’E’s got to be brought up ’ard to hearn ’is own livin’"—and Mrs. Gegg paused breathless. Mary said nothing, but she felt rather sorry for Jethro.