"Oh, yes; tell her you met me, and that I was looking for some work, and all that, and to-morrow or next day I will let you know if I get any." "Will you come in now?" said Emma. "No, not now; I must see if I can get this employment promised for me, and then I shall see you again; if I should not see you again, I shall not forget you, indeed I won't--Good-bye." Emma bade him adieu, and they separated, and Joey remained and watched her till she disappeared under the porch of the entrance. Our hero returned towards Gravesend in rather a melancholy mood; there was something so unusual in his meeting with the little girl--something so uncommon in the sympathy expressed by her--that he felt pain at parting. But it was getting late, and it was time that he kept his appointment with his friend, the sailor boy. Joey remained at the door of the eating-house for about a quarter of an hour, when he perceived the sailor lad coming up the street. He went forward to meet him. "Oh, here we are. Well, young fellow, I've seen the old woman, and had a long talk with her, and she won't believe there can be another in the world like her Peter, but I persuaded her to have a look at you, and she has consented; so come along, for I must be on board again in half an hour." Joey followed his new friend down the street, until they came to the very door to which he had carried the bundle. The sailor boy mounted the stairs, and turning into the room at the first landing, Joey beheld the woman whom he had assisted in the morning. "Here he is, Mrs Chopper, and if he won't suit you, I don't know who will," said the boy. "He's a regular scholar, and can sum up like winkin'." This character, given so gratuitously by his new acquaintance, made Joey stare, and the woman looked hard into Joey's face. "Well, now," said she, "where have I seen you before? Dear me! and _he is_ like poor Peter, as you said, Jim; I vow he is." "I saw you before to-day," replied Joey, "for I carried a bundle up for you." "And so you did, and would have no money for your trouble. Well, Jim, he is like poor Peter." "I told you so, old lady; ay, and he'll just do for you as well as Peter did; but I'll leave you to settle matters, for I must be a-board." So saying, the lad tipped a wink to Joey, the meaning of which our hero did not understand, and went downstairs. "Well, now, it's very odd; but do you know you are like poor Peter, and the more I look at you the more you are like him: poor Peter! did you hear how I lost him?" "Yes, the sailor lad told me this morning." "Poor fellow! he held on too fast; most people drown by not holding on fast enough: he was a good boy, and very smart indeed; and so it was you who helped me this morning when I missed poor Peter so much? Well, it showed you had a good heart, and I love that; and where did you meet with Jim Paterson?" "I met him first in a slop-shop, as he calls it, when I was buying my clothes."