“No, indeed,” said John, “where should I and Nelly have been if master and mistress and old Norman had only taken care of number one? Why, she in the workhouse and I hoeing turnips! Where would Black Beauty and Ginger have been if you had only thought of number one? why, roasted to death! No, Jim, no! that is a selfish, heathenish saying, whoever uses it; and any man who thinks he has nothing to do but take care of number one, why, it’s a pity but what he had been drowned like a puppy or a kitten, before he got his eyes open; that’s what I think,” said John, with a very decided jerk of his head.

James laughed at this; but there was a thickness in his voice when he said, “You have been my best friend except my mother; I hope you won’t forget me.”

“No, lad, no!” said John, “and if ever I can do you a good turn I hope you won’t forget me.”