"Then it's of no use our turning out, I suppose?" said Frank with a smile, as he wiped his pen; "what set it alight, lad?" "A wax doll with flaxen hair and blue eyes," answered Willie; "them's the things as has all along done for me. When I was a boy I falled in love with a noo wax doll every other day. Not that I ever owned one myself; I only took a squint at 'em in toy-shop winders, and they always had flaxen hair and blue peepers. Now that I've become a man, I've bin an' falled in love with a livin' wax doll, an' she's got flaxen hair an' blue eyes; moreover, she draws." "Draws--boy! what does she draw--corks?" inquires Frank. "_No_!" replied Willie, with a look of supreme contempt; "nothin' so low; she draws faces an' pictures like--like--a schoolmaster, and," added Willie, with a sigh, "she's bin an' drawed all the spirit out o' this here buzzum." "She must have left a good lot o' combustible matter behind, however, if there's such a fire raging in it. Who may this pretty fire-raiser be?" "Her name is Emma Ward, and she b'longs to a Miss Tippet, to whom she's related somehow, but I don't know where she got her, nor who's her parents. This same Miss Tippet is some sort of a relation o' Mr Auberly, who sent me to her with a note, and she has sent me with another note to her brother near London Bridge, who, I s'pose, will send me with another note to somebody else, so I'm on my way down to see him. I thought I'd look in to ask after you in passin', and cheer you on to dooty." A violent fit of somewhat noisy coughing from one of the men at the fireplace attracted Willie's attention at this point in the conversation. "Wot a noisy feller you are, Corney," remarked one of the men. "Faix," retorted Corney, "it's noisy you'd be too av ye had the cowld in yer chist that I have. Sure, if ye had bin out five times in wan night as I wos on Widsenday last, wid the branch to howld in a smoke as 'ud choke Baxmore hisself (an' it's well known _he_ can stand a'most anything), not to spake o' the hose bu'stin' right betune me two feet." "Come, come, Paddy," said Dale, interrupting; "don't try to choke us, now; you know very well that one of the fires was only a cut-away affair; two were chimneys, and one was a false alarm." "True for ye!" cried Corney, who had a tendency to become irascible in argument, or while defending himself; "true for ye, Mister Dale, but they _was_ alarms for all that, false or thrue, was they not now? Anyhow they alarmed me out o' me bed five times in a night as cowld as the polar ragions, and the last time was a raale case o' two flats burnt out, an' four hours' work in iced wather." There was a general laugh at this point, followed by several coughs and sneezes, for the men were all more or less afflicted with colds, owing to the severity of the weather and the frequency of the fires that had occurred at that time.