And those tears coming into one's eyes seem to shut out all the bright scene, and it goes again; and though there's the twinkling stars overhead, and the birds nestling around me, yet, instead of the peace and silence, there's the roar of the court and the streets, the chimneys and tiles all round, the light shining up from the gas, and I know I'm only in the Dials; but it's sweet to fancy it all, and get away from the life about you for a few minutes; and when 'Arry's mother sees me like that, she never disturbs me to complain of her aches and pains. No; never in the country since my boy was taken; but the bright days are coming soon. CHAPTER FIVE. A ROGUE IN GRAIN. "Oh, no; ain't nothing like such tools as I've been used to," he says. "At my last shop everything was first class, and the place beautifully fitted-up--gas on, new benches, fine joiners' chest o' tools, full of beading and moulding planes, and stocks, and bits, and everything first class." "Well," says the guv'nor, "I don't want to be unreasonable: anything really necessary for the job you shall have; but of course I can't help my workshop not being equal to your last; but I 'spose it won't make much difference if you get your wages reg'lar?" "Oh, no;" he says; it didn't matter to him; he could work with any tools, he could; ony he did like to see things a bit to rights, and so on to that tune; and then my gentleman gets to work. "Pity you didn't stop where you was so jolly well off," I thinks to myself; and then I goes on whistling, and priming some shutters as the guv'nor had made for a new shop front as he had to put in. You see, 'tain't many years since our guv'nor was ony a working man like me, ony he managed to scrape a few pounds together, and then very pluckily started for hisself out in one of the new outskirts, where there was a deal of new building going on by the big London contractors, and a deal of altering and patching, which used to be done by the little jobbing men same as our guv'nor. Often and often he's talked to me about it when working aside me pleasant and sociable as could be; how at times he'd be all of a shake and tremble for fear of going wrong, not knowing how to pay his man or two on Saturday, and obliged to be civil as could be to them, for fear they'd go off and leave him in the lurch over some job or other. Then people didn't pay up, and he'd have to wait; and then there was the ironmonger and the timber merchant wouldn't give him credit, being only a small beginner; and one way and another he led such a life of it for the first three years as made him wish again and again as he'd been content to be journeyman and stopped on the reg'lar. But there; he warn't meant for a journeyman, he was too good a scholar, and had too much in his brains, and, besides, had got such a stock of that "will do it" in his head as made him get on. He knowed well enough that you can't drive a nail up to the head at one blow, or cover a piece of