Vol.1 f.055 recto

and never tell us where you were, or send us word!' said the girl.
"Ah Dolly, Dolly!' returned the locksmith, shaking his head, and smiling, "how cruel of you to run upstairs to bed! Come down to breakfast, madcap, and come down lightly, or you'll wake your mother. She must be tired, I am sure -- [1I]1 am.,
Keeping these latter words to himself, and returning his daughter's nod, he was passing into the workshop, with the smile she had awakened still beaming on his face, when he just caught sight of his 'prentice's brown paper cap ducking down to avoid observation, and shrinking from the window back to its former place, which the wearer no sooner reached than he began to hammer lustily.
" Listening again, Simon!' said Gabriel to himself. "That's bad. What in the name of wonder does he expect the girl to say, that I always catch him listening when [1she]1 speaks, and never at any other time! A bad habit, Sim, a sneaking, underhanded way. Ah! you may hammer, but you won't beat that out of me, if you work at it till your time's up!'
So saying, and shaking his head gravely, he re-entered the workshop, and confronted the subject of these remarks.
" There's enough of that just now,' said the locksmith. " You needn't make any more of that confounded clatter. Breakfast's ready.
"Sir,' said Sim, looking up with amazing politeness, and a peculiar little bow cut short off at the neck, "I shall attend you immediately.'
"I suppose,' muttered Gabriel, "that's out of the 'Prentice's Garland, or the 'Prentice's Delight, or the 'Prentice's Warbler, or the 'Prentice's Guide to the Gallows, or some such improving textbook. Now he's going to beautify himself-- here's a precious locksmith!'
Quite unconscious that his master was looking on from the dark corner by the parlour door, Sim threw off the paper cap, sprang from his seat, and in two extraordinary steps, something between skating and minuet dancing, bounded to a washing place at the other end of the shop, and there removed from