The Bower was as difficult to find, as Fair Rosamond’s without the clue. Mr. Wegg, having reached the quarter indicated, inquired for the Bower half a dozen times without the least success, until he remembered to ask for Harmony Jail. This occasioned a quick change in the spirits of a hoarse gentleman and a donkey, whom he had much perplexed.

“Why, yer mean Old Harmon’s, do yer?” said the hoarse gentleman, who was driving his donkey in a truck, with a carrot for a whip. “Why didn’t yer niver say so? Eddard and me is a goin’ by him ! Jump in.”

Mr. Wegg complied, and the hoarse gentleman invited his attention to the third person in company, thus;

“Now, you look at Eddard’s ears. What was it as you named, agin? Whisper.”