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and about to enter. Then she recognised the master of the house, who had so disposed himself—with his person it was not difficult—as to fill up the whole entry.

“O!” he said softly. “You have come back?”

She looked at the child, and shook her head.

“Don’t you think you have lived here long enough with­out paying any rent? Don’t you think that, without any money, you’ve been a pretty constant customer at this shop, now?” said Mr. Tugby.

She repeated the same mute appeal.

“Suppose you try and deal somewhere else,” he said. “And suppose you provide yourself with another lodging. Come! Don’t you think you could manage it?”

She said in a low voice, that it was very late. To-morrow.

“Now I see what you want,” said Tugby; “and what you mean. You know there are two parties in this house about you, and you delight in setting ’em by the ears. I don’t want any quarrels; I’m speaking softly to avoid a quarrel; but if you don’t go away. I’ll speak out loud, and you shall cause words high enough to please you. But you shan’t come in. That I am determined.”

She put her hair back with her hand, and looked in a sudden manner at the sky, and the dark lowering distance.

“This is the last night of an Old Year, and I won’t carry ill-blood and quarrellings and disturbances into a New One, to please you nor anybody else,” said Tugby, who was quite