"Attention, Mr. Grimes," said the truncheon, "here is a gentleman come to see you." But Mr. Grimes only said bad words; and kept grumbling, "My pipe won't draw. My pipe won't draw." "Keep a civil tongue, and attend!" said the truncheon; and popped up just like Punch, hitting Grimes such a crack over the head with itself, that his brains rattled inside like a dried walnut in its shell. He tried to get his hands out, and rub the place: but he could not, for they were stuck fast in the chimney. Now he was forced to attend. [Illustration] "Hey!" he said, "why, it's Tom! I suppose you have come here to laugh at me, you spiteful little atomy?" Tom assured him he had not, but only wanted to help him. "I don't want anything except beer, and that I can't get; and a light to this bothering pipe, and that I can't get either." "I'll get you one," said Tom; and he took up a live coal (there were plenty lying about) and put it to Grimes' pipe: but it went out instantly. "It's no use," said the truncheon, leaning itself up against the chimney and looking on. "I tell you, it is no use. His heart is so cold that it freezes everything that comes near him. You will see that presently, plain enough." "Oh, of course, it's my fault. Everything's always my fault," said Grimes. "Now don't go to hit me again" (for the truncheon started upright, and looked very wicked); "you know, if my arms were only free, you daren't hit me then." The truncheon leant back against the chimney, and took no notice of the personal insult, like a well-trained policeman as it was, though he was ready enough to avenge any transgression against morality or order. "But can't I help you in any other way? Can't I help you to get out of this chimney?" said Tom. "No," interposed the truncheon; "he has come to the place where everybody must help themselves; and he will find it out, I hope, before he has done with me." [Illustration: _Mrs. Doasyouwouldbedoneby_] "Oh, yes," said Grimes, "of course it's me. Did I ask to be brought here into the prison? Did I ask to be set to sweep your foul chimneys? Did I ask to have lighted straw put under me to make me go up? Did I ask to stick fast in the very first chimney of all, because it was so shamefully clogged up with soot? Did I ask to stay here--I don't know how long--a hundred years, I do believe, and never get my pipe, nor my beer, nor nothing fit for a beast, let alone a man?" "No," answered a solemn voice behind. "No more did Tom, when you behaved to him in the very same way." It was Mrs. Bedonebyasyoudid. And, when the truncheon saw her, it started bolt upright--Attention!--and made such a low bow, that if it had not been full of the spirit of justice, it must have trembled on its end, and probably hurt its one eye. And Tom made his bow too.