“Miss Rachael.”

“What!” said the old lady, in a shrill tone. “Speak louder.”

“Miss Rachael,” roared the fat boy.

“My da’ater!”

The train of nods which the fat boy gave by way of assent, communicated a blancmange-like motion to his fat cheeks.

“And she suffered him!” exclaimed the old lady. A grin stole over the fat boy’s features as he said⁠—

“I see her a-kissin’ of him agin.”