And heavy with sleep as he was, he slipped off her lap, knelt down at her knee, and folded his little hands, and bowed his little head, and opened his baby-mouth, in “the simplest form of words that infant-lips can try:” “Now I ’ay me down to s’eep, P’ay de Lord my soul to teep; If I die before I wate, P’ay de Lord my soul to tate.” This was the little evening prayer that had been taught him, with much trouble, by his mother. It was uttered now in a place and among people who had probably never heard a prayer before. Yet, perhaps, no purer orisons from priest or prelate arose to the throne of the Most High that night. “Now me done. Now me do s’eep,” said Lenny, drowsily, climbing up to Meg’s lap and putting his arms around her neck and nestling his head upon her bosom. “Bless the darling!” said the girl, as she gathered him closer and supported him comfortably. And again he was almost asleep, when again he started up and called out again: “Met!” “What is it now, my pretty?” “Don’t you fordet to wate me up when mamma Doosa tomes.” “No, I won’t, my pretty.” “Now I do s’e p, sure ’nough. Dood night, Met.” “Good night, little angel.” “More tiss.” She stooped and pressed her lips to his baby lips again. He opened his drowsy eyes to look at her and say: “Lenny love Met.” And with the words in his mouth he fell fast asleep. And Meg continued to rock him with a gentle motion and sing to him in a soothing tone. “Meanwhile the old woman lay resting on her bed, and the two men sat drinking at the rickety table. “You’d better take them things to Old Israel and get ’em out’n the way in case of accident; and mind what he gives you for ’em. Them’s rale jewels, if _I_ know anythink about rale jewels,” said the old woman from her bed. “Which you don’t. Not the least. But them’s rale, sure enough; because it ain’t possible as a rich lady, rolling in gold, would go for to put her onliest child into imitation trash,” said Black Bill. “Well then you had better go and make sure on ’em. There’ll be a hue and cry next.” “There is a hue and a cry now, I shouldn’t wonder; only it won’t come down our way.” “Well, anyhow, why don’t you go and take the things to the Jew?” “Because we must wait here for the gentleman. I saw him on the Strand arter Bill carried off the child. He said he was coming to settle to-night,” said Roger. “One of you can stay here to see him and the other can go and sell the jewels.” “Not if we know it,” laughed both the brothers, speaking at once. “We want to stay here together to see the gentleman and get the money,” said Red Roger. “So we can have fair play and diwide it, equal, share and share alike,” added Black Bill. “And then we wants to go together to Israel’s to sell the jewels and get the price,” pursued Red Roger. “So we can diwide the same fair and equal,” added Black Bill.