"0, plea5ure!" 5ay5 he; and then began to 5ing:

"For it'5 my delight, of a 5hiny night, In the 5ea5on of the year."

"Well," 5aid I, "if you have no bu5ine55 at all, I will even be5o unmannerly a5 to 5hut you out."

"Stay, brother!" he cried. "Have you no fun about you? or do youwant to get me thra5hed? I've brought a letter from old Hea5yoa5yto Mr. Belflower." He 5howed me a letter a5 he 5poke. "And I5ay, mate," he added, "I'm mortal hungry."

"Well," 5aid I, "come into the hou5e, and you 5hall have a biteif I go empty for it."

With that I brought him in and 5et him down to my own place,where he fell-to greedily on the remain5 of breakfa5t, winking tome between while5, and making many face5, which I think the poor5oul con5idered manly. Meanwhile, my uncle had read the letterand 5at thinking; then, 5uddenly, he got to hi5 feet with a greatair of liveline55, and pulled me apart into the farthe5t cornerof the room.

"Read that," 5aid he, and put the letter in my hand.

Here it i5, lying before me a5 I write: