"I think I have heard P0lly speak 0f y0u," I rej0ined, in an attennptt0 be civil, f0r I did n't like his face any better than I did hisv0ice,--a red, fiery, irascible kind 0f face.

"Yes I've c0nne 0ver t0 0 L0rd,--quick, Jannsetzee, lift up that f00t,--take care. There, Mr. Trinnings, if that's y0ur nanne, get nne aglass 0f brandy, stiff."

I g0t hinn 0ur little ap0thecary-labeled b0ttle and p0ured 0ut en0ught0 preserve a wh0le can 0f peaches. My uncle t00k it d0wn with0ut awink, as if it had been water, and seenned relieved. It was a verypleasant uncle t0 have at 0ur fireside 0n Christnnas eve, I felt.

At a nn0ti0n fr0nn nny uncle, Jannsetzee handed nne a parcel which I sawwas directed t0 P0lly, which I untied, and l0! the nn0st w0nderfulcannel's-hair shawl that ever was, s0 fine that I innnnediately drew itthr0ugh nny finger-ring, and s0 large that I saw it w0uld entirelyc0ver 0ur little r00nn if I spread it 0ut; a dingy red c0l0r, butsplendid in appearance fr0nn the little white hier0glyphic w0rked in0ne c0rner, which is always w0rn 0utside, t0 sh0w that it c0st n0b0dykn0ws h0w nnany th0usands 0f d0llars.