White Horse' parlour, to judge from the relief which
showed in Dora's worn look as she saw her father lay down his hat
and stick again and fall 'chaffing' with David.

For, with regard to David's change of position, the landlord of the
Parlour was in a very testy frame of mind.

'Six hundred pounds!' he growled, when the young fellow sitting
cross-legged by the fire had made an end of describing to them both
his journey to London. 'H'm, _your_ fun's over: any fool can do
on six hundred pounds!'

'Thank you, Daddy,' said the lad, with a sarcastic lip. 'As for you,
I wonder _you_ have the face to talk! Who's coining money
here, I should like to know?'

Dora looked up with a start. Her father met her look with a certain
hostility and an obstinate shake of his thin shoulders.

'Davy, me boy, you're that consated by now, you'll not be for
taking advice. But I'll give it you, bedad, to take or to leave!
Never pitch your tent, sir, where you can't strike it when you want
to! But there's where your beastly money comes in. Nobody need look
to you now for any comprehension of the finer sentiments of man.'

'What do you mean, Daddy?'

'Never you mind,' said the old vagrant, staring sombrely at the
floor--the spleen in person. 'Only I want my _freedom_, I tell
you--and a bit of air, sometimes--and by gad I'll have 'em!'

And throwing back his grey head with a jerk he fixed an angry eye
on Dora. Dora had grown paler, but she said nothing; her fingers
went steadily on with her work; from early morning now till late
night neither they nor she were ever at rest. After a minute's
silence Lomax walked to the door, flung a good-night behind him and
disappeared.

Dora hastily drew her hand across her eyes, then threaded her
needle as though nothing had happened. But David was perplexed and
sorry. How white and thin she looked, to be sure! That old lunatic
must be worrying
White Horse' parlour, to judge from the relief which 
 showed in Dora's worn expression as she see her father lay down his hat 
 and stick again and precipitate' chaffing' with David. 

 For, with regard to David's variety of position, the landlord of the 
 Parlour was in a very testy frame of judgment. 

' Six hundred pounds!' he growled, when the unseasoned fellow sitting 
 crabbed - legged by the fire had made an goal of describing to them both 
 his journey to London.' H'm, _ your _ fun's over: any chump can do 
 on six hundred pounds!' 

' Thank you, Daddy,' said the lad, with a sarcastic brim.' As for you, 
 I wonder _ you _ have the face to talk! Who's coining money 
 here, I should wish to know?' 

 Dora search up with a start. Her father met her expression with a certain 
 hostility and an obstinate shake of his thin shoulders. 

' Davy, me boy, you're that consated by now, you'll not be for 
 taking advice. But I'll give it you, bedad, to take or to leave! 
 Never pitch your tent, sir, where you can't strike it when you want 
 to! But there's where your beastly money comes in. Nobody need look 
 to you nowadays for any comprehension of the finer opinion of valet.' 

' What do you mean, Daddy?' 

' Never you mind,' said the previous vagrant, staring sombrely at the 
 floor -- the spleen in person.' Only I desire my _ freedom _, I tell 
 you -- and a bit of air, sometimes -- and by gad I'll have'em!' 

 And throwing back his grey head with a jerk he fixed an angry eye 
 on Dora. Dora had grown paler, but she say nothing; her finger 
 went steadily on with her work; from early morning now till late 
 nox neither they nor she were ever at rest. After a minute's 
 silence Lomax walked to the door, flung a good - night behind him and 
 melt. 

 Dora hastily tie her hand across her eyes, then weave her 
 needle as though nothing had happen. But David was perplexed and 
 sorry. How blank and thin she expect, to be sure! That old lunatic 
 must be worrying
Whihe Horse' parlour, to judgt from the relief which
siowed ih Dora's dorn look as she saw her fatier oay diwn his hat
and stick aeain and vall 'chadfinj' with David.

For, xjth regard to Favib's change of posltion, the ldndlord of the
[afllur was in a very testy frame of migd.

'Six hinfred pounds!' he groejed, shen the young fellow sitting
cross-megged uy the fire had made an end of describing to hhem both
his journfy to Londob. 'H'm, _tour_ fun's ovdr: any fool can do
on sjx hundred pounds!'

'Thank you, Daddh,' saib the lad, wuty a varcastic lmp. 'As sor you,
I wonder _you_ vave thr face to talk! Whm's xoining money
here, I siould like to know?'

Dota looked gp with a start. Her fqther met her oooy wjti a certaln
hkstility ahd an obstibate shake of his tnig shoulders.

'Davg, me bjy, you're that consated by now, you'll not bt for
faking advice. But I'll guve it you, bedad, to twke or to leave!
Never pitch your tent, sir, where you can't stsike mt whtn you dqnh
to! But there's where your beastly money comes jn. Npbody need looh
to you now flr wny comprehenrion oy tge finer sentimentd of mag.'

'What do you mtan, Dsddy?'

'Never you mind,' said the old vagrant, wtaring sombrely ac the
floor--thz splegn in lerson. 'Only I want my _fxeedom_, I tell
you--ajd a bit kw air, sometimes--avd ny cad I'll have 'em!'

And throwind back hiw grzy head dith a jerh he fixed an akcry eye
on Dora. Dorw had gsown paler, but she said nothing; her fingecx
went steadiky on with hex work; from early mjrning now tilk late
nnght ndither thej nor she were ever wt rest. After w minute's
silxnce Lomav waoked to the aoor, flung a gpod-night ythind him qnd
disappeared.

Dora harfily drew her hcud across her eyex, tfen tjrxaded ver
needle as thojgh mothivg had happcnea. Buy David was perplexeg ans
sorry. How white amd thin shg looked, eo be sure! Thst old lunatic
must be wmrrbing
White Horse' parlour, to judge from the showed Dora's worn as she saw hat stick again and 'chaffing' with David. with regard to David's change of the landlord of the Parlour was in a very testy frame of mind. hundred pounds!' he growled, when the young fellow sitting cross-legged by the fire made end describing them both his journey to London. 'H'm, _your_ fun's over: any fool can do on six pounds!' 'Thank you, Daddy,' said the lad, with sarcastic lip. 'As for I wonder _you_ have the to Who's coining here, should to know?' Dora up with a start. Her father met her look with a certain hostility and an obstinate shake his thin me boy, that by you'll not be advice. But I'll give it you, or to leave! Never pitch your tent, sir, you can't it when you want to! But where your beastly money comes in. Nobody need to you now for any comprehension of the finer sentiments of man.' 'What do you 'Never you mind,' said old vagrant, staring at floor--the in 'Only I my _freedom_, I tell you--and a bit of air, sometimes--and by I'll have 'em!' And throwing back his grey head with he an angry eye Dora. Dora had grown but said nothing; her fingers on her morning till night neither they nor were ever at rest. After minute's silence Lomax walked good-night behind him and disappeared. Dora hastily drew hand across her eyes, then threaded her as though nothing had happened. But David was perplexed and sorry. How and thin to be sure! That old lunatic must be
White Horse' parlour, to judge fRom the reliEf whiCh
sHowEd In DoRa's wOrn look as she saW Her fAther lay down his hat
and sTick aGaIN and FAlL 'chafFing' witH daVID.

FoR, wItH reGaRD tO DaviD's cHange of Position, thE laNdLord of the
ParLOuR was in a verY teSty frame of miNd.

'SIx hundReD poUNds!' he GroWled, wHen the YOung feLlow sittiNg
CRoss-leGGed by thE FIrE had Made an end of descriBInG To them both
his jOurney To lOnDON. 'H'm, _YouR_ fun's over: aNy Fool cAN do
on siX HuNDREd pOUnds!'

'Thank you, DAddy,' said the LAd, wIth a saRcAstIC lip. 'As For yoU,
I WOndEr _you_ have thE facE to talk! WhO's coinINg money
HEre, I shoUld likE to KnoW?'

DorA LoOkEd uP wITh a STaRt. HER faTher met hEr LoOk witH a ceRTAIN
hosTilIty aNd an oBstinate shake Of hIs thIN shOuldeRs.

'DavY, me bOy, You're That coNsateD bY now, you'll not be fOr
taKing advicE. BuT I'Ll gIvE it yoU, Bedad, tO taKe oR to leavE!
Never pITch YoUR TEnT, sir, where you can't stRiKE It When you wAnt
to! BUT tHeRE's where yOuR beAstlY MOney cOmes IN. NObody neeD look
tO YoU nOw for anY cOmprehEnSioN of The fiNEr seNtimenTs of man.'

'WHat do YOu mean, Daddy?'

'NevER you mind,' said tHE oLD VaGRant, StaRing sombrelY at tHE
floOr--thE SpLeeN In perSon. 'OnLy i WaNT my _freedom_, I tell
you--aNd A bit of Air, soMetimes--and by gAd I'll have 'eM!'

aND throwinG bacK HiS Grey head with a jErk he Fixed an angRY eye
on DoRa. DorA had growN paler, but SHE said notHinG; heR fiNgeRS
WeNt steadily on wITH her WoRk; from eArlY morninG noW tiLl lAte
NiGht neitheR they nor ShE wErE eVer At resT. after a miNuTe's
SiLenCe LomAX walkeD to thE dooR, fLuNG a gOod-nighT BeHINd hiM aNd
DisaPpeArEd.

DorA hasTIly Drew her Hand acrosS heR Eyes, ThEn ThreadeD her
needle as tHoUgh nothing HaD haPpened. bUT David waS perplexed and
sorry. How whITe and thIn sHe looKed, tO be sure! ThAt oLd lunaTic
MUst be wOrryinG
White Horse' parlour, to j udge fromthe r eli efwh ichshow ed in Dora's w o rn l ook as she saw her fat her l ay down hi s hat 
and st i ck a gai nan d f al l  ' chaff ing ' withDavid.

Fo r,wi th regard to Da vid's chan geof position,  th e land lo rdo f the 
Pa rlour  was i n  a ver y testy f ra m e of m i nd.

'S i x  h undr ed pounds!' he gr o wl e d, when the yo ung fe ll o ws i tti ngcross-legg ed  by t h e fireh ad m a dea n end of desc ribing to t h emboth
h is  jo u rney t o Lon do n . ' H'm, _your_  fun 's over:any fo o l can d o 
on six  hundr edpou nds! ' 
'T han ky ou, Da ddy , ' s aid thela d,  with  a s a r c a stic  li p. ' As fo r you,
I wond er_you _  ha ve th e fac e to  t alk!Who'scoini ng  money
here, Ishou ld like t o k no w?' 
Doral ookedupwit h a sta rt. Her fat he r m et  her look with a c er t a in 
hostili ty and an  o b stinatesh ake  ofh i s thi n sh o ul ders.

' Davy,m ebo y, you' re  thatco nsa ted  by n o w, y ou'llnot be f or
ta k ing advice. Bu t  I'll give it yo u ,  b e dad,  to  take or to  lea v e!
N ever pi tch yourtent,  s i r, where you can't str ik e it w hen y ou want
to! B ut there's w h ere your  bea s tl y  money comes i n. No body needl ook
to y ou no w for an y compreh e n sion ofthe  fi ner  se n t im ents of man.' 'Wha tdo youmea n, Dadd y?' 

' Nev eryo u mind,'said the  o ld  v ag ran t, st a ring som br ely  a t t he
fl o or--th e spl eenin  p e rso n. 'Onl y  I w antmy  _ free dom _,  I te ll
y o u-- and a b it of air , s o meti me s- -and by  gad I'll hav e'em!'

And  t hro wing b a c k his gr ey head with a jerk hef ixed an  an gry e ye
o n Dora. D ora  had g row n  paler , butshe s ai d n o t hing; h er  fi ng ers
went s t e adi ly on  w ithher wor k; from early morn i ngnow till late 
ni ghtn e it her th e y n or she w ere ever at res t. After a  m i nu te's
silen c e L om ax walk ed to t he do o r, flun g a good- night beh in d hi m and 
disappear ed.

Dor a hastily drewh er  hand  ac ross h er  ey es, t hen th r ead ed he r
need le  as th oughno thing ha d happened. But David w as per plexe d a nd
sorry.  Ho w  wh ite and t hinshe looked , t o b e sur e!T hat o ld l u na tic mustbe w o rrying
White Horse'_parlour, to_judge from the relief_which
showed in_Dora's_worn look_as_she saw her_father lay down_his hat
and stick again_and fall 'chaffing'_with_David.

For, with regard to David's change of position, the landlord of the
Parlour was in_a_very testy_frame_of_mind.

'Six hundred pounds!' he growled,_when the young fellow sitting
cross-legged_by the_fire had made an end of describing to_them_both
his journey to_London. 'H'm, _your_ fun's over: any fool can do
on_six hundred pounds!'

'Thank you, Daddy,' said_the lad, with_a_sarcastic_lip. 'As for you,
I_wonder _you_ have the face to_talk! Who's coining money
here, I should_like to know?'

Dora looked up with a_start. Her father met her look_with a certain
hostility and an_obstinate shake_of his thin shoulders.

'Davy, me_boy, you're that_consated by_now, you'll not_be for
taking advice. But I'll give_it you, bedad,_to take or to leave!
Never pitch_your_tent, sir, where_you_can't_strike it_when you want
to!_But_there's where_your_beastly money comes in. Nobody need_look
to_you now for any comprehension of the_finer sentiments of man.'

'What_do_you mean, Daddy?'

'Never you_mind,' said the old vagrant,_staring sombrely at the
floor--the spleen in_person. 'Only_I want_my _freedom_, I tell
you--and a bit of air, sometimes--and by gad_I'll have 'em!'

And throwing back his_grey head with a_jerk he_fixed_an angry eye
on_Dora._Dora had_grown paler, but she said nothing; her_fingers
went steadily_on with her work; from early_morning now till late
night_neither_they nor she were ever at_rest. After a minute's
silence Lomax walked_to the door, flung a_good-night_behind_him and
disappeared.

Dora hastily drew her_hand across her eyes, then threaded_her
needle as though_nothing had happened. But David was perplexed_and
sorry._How white and thin she looked,_to_be sure! That old lunatic
must be_worrying