learnt--`A contented mind's a continual feast,' I says to the wife; and really, sir, if you'll believe me, sooner than I'd live as some of our poor things does I'd try and peg on along with my old mare here. We'd make a subdivision: she should have the chaff, and I'd go in for the oats and beans. "Now, where had I got to? Oh! I know, sir--about that there poor gal. I don't know how I drove down that day for softness. It did seem so sad, so pitiful for that fine young creetur to be dragged off in that way. I quite hated mysen, for it was as though I was to do with it, and it was my fault; and at last, when we'd got up to that place where the chap used to hatch his young cocks and hens by steam--Cantelo, I think he called hisself--Pepper-and-Salt says, `Turn down here,' and I turned down, and mighty glad I was when we got to the big old house, where they took the poor girl in, and I thinks to myself, `Ah! next time as you comes out, my lass, I'm afraid as it will be screwed down, and with the black welwet a hanging over you!' "I got werry good pay for that job; but somehow it did not seem to lit, for the soft feeling as I told you of. Every bit o' money seemed gritty, and I felt gritty, and as I drove Pepper-and-Salt back it was me as wouldn't talk. "I bought a haddick and took home to the old ooman for supper, and I toasted it myself, so as it shouldn't be burnt; and then we had a pint o' porter made hot, with some ginger and sugar in it; and as I was a-smoking my pipe and watching the haddick, I tells Betsy all about it. But, p'raps you mightn't believe it, we didn't enjoy that supper: I felt kinder lonesome like, and I see a big drop go off the missus's nose more than once into the porter mug, as she sat a-rocking herself backwards and forwards. "Ah! there's some rum games a-going on in this here world, sir!" We jogged on in silence for some little time, when "Hi!" roared Cabby at an old lady crossing the road--producing the excellent effect of making her stand still in the middle. "I know some o' them old women 'll be the death o' me some day," said Cabby. "They allus waits till a keb's a-coming afore they cross the road, and then when they gets knocked down there's a fuss and a inquest, and a reglar bother, of course. "Did you ever see one o' them patent kebs as come up about five-and-twenty years ago?--I mean them with a door opening behind, and a box up in front for the driver. Niste things they was for swindling a poor cove out of his hard-earned suffrins. More nor wunst I've had people a-slipping out without stopping on me, and, of course, when I pulls up, if the keb wasn't empty. Begging of your pardon, sir, it was enough to make a saint swear.