"You see, sir," said Mr. Smear, "that wherever that ere water _has_ been it's left a dampness ahind it; the moistur' consekent upon such a dampness must be evaporated by ever-so-many applications of the warming-pan. The steam which a rises from this hoperation, combined with the extra hart required to hide them two black spots in the middle, will make the job come to one-pund-one, independently of the chalk." Agamemnon had nothing left but compliance with Mr. Smear's demand; and one warming and three stew-pans, filled with live coals, were soon engaged in what Mr. Smear called the "ewaporating department." As soon as the boards were sufficiently dry, Mr. Smear commenced operations. In each of the four corners of the room he described the diagram of a coral and bells, connecting them with each other by graceful festoons of blue-chalk ribbon tied in large true-lover's knots in the centre. Having thus completed a frame, he proceeded, after sundry contortions of the facial muscles, to the execution of the great design. Having described an ellipse of red chalk, he tastefully inserted within it a perfect representation of the interior of an infant's mouth in an early stage of dentition, whilst a graceful letter _A_ seemed to keep the gums apart to allow of this artistical exhibition. Proudly did Mr. Smear cast his small grey eyes on Agamemnon, and challenge him, as it were, to a laudatory acknowledgment of his genius; but as his patron remained silent, Mr. Smear determined to speak out. "Hart has done her best--language must do the rest. I am now only awaiting for the motter. What shall I say, sir?" "'Welcome' is as good as anything, in my opinion," replied Collumpsion. "Welcome!" ejaculated Smear: "a servile himitation of a general 'lumination idea, sir. We must be original. Will you leave it to me?" "Willingly," said Agamemnon. And with many inward protestations against parties in general and his own in particular, he left Mr. Smear and his imagination together. The great artist in chalk paced the room for some minutes, and then slapped his left thigh, in confirmation of the existence of some brilliant idea. The result was soon made apparent on the boards of the drawing-room, where the following inscription attested the immensity of Smear's genius-- "PARTAKE OF OUR DENTAL DELIGHT." The guinea was instantly paid; but Collumpsion was for a length of time in a state of uncertainty as to whether Mr. Smear's talents were ornamental or disfigurative. Nine o'clock arrived, and with it a rumble of vehicles, and an agitation of knocker, that were extremely exhilarating to the heretofore exhausted and distressed family at 24.