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Young Jerry relieved his father with dutiful interest, and

reported No job in his absence. The bank closed, the ancient

clerks came out, the usual watch was set, and Mr. Cruncher and

his son went home to tea.

"Now, I tell you where it is!" said Mr. Cruncher to his wife, on

entering. "If, as a honest tradesman, my wenturs goes wrong

to-night, I shall make sure that you've been praying again me,

and I shall work you for it just the same as if I seen you do

it."

The dejected Mrs. Cruncher shook her head.

"Why, you're at it afore my face!" said Mr. Cruncher, with signs

of angry apprehension.

"I am saying nothing."

"Well, then; don't meditate nothing. You might as well flop as

meditate. You may as well go again me one way as another. Drop it

altogether."

"Yes, Jerry."

"Yes, Jerry," repeated Mr. Cruncher sitting down to tea. "Ah! It

is yes, Jerry. That's about it. You may say yes, Jerry."