the same white paint, were traced the words "Sawyer, late Nockemorf."
"It never caught my eye," returned Mr. Winkle.
"Lord, if I had known who you were, I should have rushed out, and caught you in my arms," said Bob Sawyer; "but upon my life, I thought you were the King's-taxes."
"No!" said Mr. Winkle.
"I did, indeed," responded Bob Sawyer, "and I was just going to say that I wasn't at home, but if you'd leave a message I'd be sure to give it to myself; for he don't know me; no more does the Lighting and Paving. I think the Church-rates guesses who I am, and I know the Water-works does, because I drew a tooth of his when I first came down here. But in, come in!" Chattering in this way, Mr. Bob Sawyer pushed Mr. Winkle into the back room, where, amusing himself by boring little circular caverns in the chimney-piece with a red-hot poker, sat no less a person than Mr. Benjamin Allen.
"Well!" said Mr. Winkle. "This is indeed a pleasure I did not expect. What a very nice place you have here!"
"Pretty well, pretty well," replied Bob Sawyer. "I passed, soon after that precious party, and my friends came down with the needful for this business; so I put on a black suit of clothes, and a pair of spectacles, and came here to look as solemn as I could."
"And a very snug little business you have, no doubt?" said Mr. Winkle, knowingly.
"Very," replied Bob Sawyer. "So snug, that at the end of a few years you might put all the profits in a wine glass, and cover 'em over with a gooseberry leaf."
"You cannot surely mean that?" said Mr. Winkle. "The stock itself—"
"Dummies, my dear boy," said Bob Sawyer; "half the drawers have nothing in 'em, and the other half don't open."
"Nonsense!" said Mr. Winkle.
"Fact—honor!" returned Bob Sawyer, stepping out into
