performed the office of cook; and in a little time a very nice dinner of veal cutlets, ham, and fried potatoes made its appearance. When Larry had nothing to do but to look about him, I observed him fix his eyes in a strange sort of way on the model of the ship, and then at the shells and the other things in the room. At last he turned to the landlady. "Please, marm," said he, "where did you get all them things from?" "Oh, sir," answered the landlady, "they were given to me by my poor dear man, who has been dead and gone this many a long year." "May I be bold to ask, and no offence, what is your name, marm?" said Larry. "My husband was an Irishman, like you, and my name is Harrigan," answered the landlady, who held at the moment a jug of beer, from which she was going to pour me out a tumblerful. "Faith, you may well say that he was like me, marm, for, curious enough, that's my name too," answered Larry. "Your name!" exclaimed the landlady, standing still and looking doubtfully at him. "Yes, my name--it is, indeed," said Larry. "And may I ask what is your Christian name, marm?" "Jane is my name, and yours is Lawrence!" shrieked Mrs Harrigan, letting fall the jug of beer, which was smashed to pieces, and rushing towards him. "By the pipers, you're right now; but if you're yourself--my own Jane Harrigan, whom I thought dead and buried, or married long ago to another man, it's the happiest day of my life that I've seen for a long time," cried Larry, throwing his arms round her and giving her a hug which I thought would have squeezed all the breath out of her body. I looked up at the pictures on the wall, and fancied he was imitating one of the persons there represented; though, to be sure, my friends were rather aged lovers. "And I thought you were lost at sea long, long ago," cried Mrs Harrigan, now sobbing in earnest. "Faith, so I was, Jane, and it's a long time I've been being found again," said Larry; "and how we've both come to life again is more than I can tell." "Oh, I never forgot you, and wouldn't listen to what any other man had to say to me," said Mrs Harrigan. "Nor I, faith, what the girls said to me," returned Larry. "But for the matter of that, my timber toe wasn't much to their liking." "I see, Larry, you've lost your leg since I lost you, and it was that puzzled me, or I should have known you at once--that I should," observed Mrs Harrigan, giving him an affectionate kiss on his rough cheek. They did not mind me at all, and went on talking away as if I was not in the room, which was very amusing.