"Yes; that's the one he give me before. Two can play at that game, Miss," she continued, with a vicious look, as she thrust the stolen key into her pocket. "Ha--ha--ha! how foolish I can make her look. Jealous? No, I'm not jealous; for I'm going to win the day as soon as I've made quite sure." Joe Chegg was in pursuit, but Dally took the back way through the Rectory orchard, and passed Leo on her way in. "Been out, Dally?" "Yes, Miss. And I'm very busy. And yes, Miss!" she added, as soon as she was alone; "I've got the key in my pocket. You're very clever; but perhaps Dally Watlock can be clever, too." Volume 2, Chapter VII. JOE CHEGG FETCHES HIS TOOLS. "I don't like it, and I mean to find it out," said Joe, scratching his head on one side. "And if I find as there be anything going on twix' new squire and she, why I'll--" Joe Chegg did not say what he would do, but raised the other hand to give his head a good scratch on the far side. He then paused in his work to stand and examine it, his mind wandering amid the flowers which hung in wreaths; and these wreaths of brilliant hues naturally associated themselves with Dally Watlock, the young lady who had made a very deep impression, and was now causing the young man great uneasiness of spirit. Joe Chegg was the universal genius of Duke's Hampton, and was ready to turn his hand to anything. Did a neighbour's saucepan leak, Joe said it was a pity to send it over to the town, when maybe he would set it right by clumsily melting a dab of solder over the hole. Did Mrs Berens' gate want mending, Joe Chegg would bring up a hammer and nails and armour-clothe the woodwork with the amount of iron he attached. He was great upon locks. As a rule they did not lock much when he had attacked them; but Joe generally got the credit of having done them good. He worked in iron and in lead, but he was more wooden than anything else, and delighted in having an opportunity to use a saw. Nothing, however, pleased him better than being sent for at times to do up the Rectory or Mrs Berens' garden, where he would in one day do more mischief to flower and vegetable than an ordinary jobbing gardener would achieve in three: and if it were the time of year when he had an opportunity to prune, why, then the poor trees had a holiday, for they had neither flower nor fruit to carry for the next two or three seasons. On the present occasion, Mrs Berens had found half-a-dozen rolls of paper-hanging of one pattern stored away in the attic, and had decided to have a small room papered therewith. Now, being a sensitive lady with but little knowledge of human nature, in her ignorance of the fact that the party appealed to would have come at once and made a good job of it for Mrs Berens and himself, this lady now felt that the King's Hampton painter would not care to come and paper her room as she had not purchased the paper of him, so Joe Chegg was thought of, and set to work.