the tailor as if he thought him a big brother, for Zephaniah looked just like a big lizard in man's clothes, he was so long and lean.

Zephaniah was saying to himself, "I wish I knew the wood where the guineas grow like wild apricots, for I've got no money. But that's silly talk. I must work for my wages. And what work have I got to do? Just two jobs. Here's Farmer Stubbs' velveteen breeches to seat, and that won't bring me in much, big as he be. And here's the old scarecrow coat I got to make into a jacket for Widow Wasp's little boy, and that won't bring me in anything. Not even thanks; she'll say I've boggled it because she is a lone, lorn woman. Well, I think I shall do the breeches first. Old Zeph must look after himself. There's nobody

else to look after him."

But just then Zeph looked up and saw the lizard, and he felt ashamed.

"Yes, there is," he said, contradicting himself as gruffly as if somebody else had spoken. "There's the same to look after me as looks after that little thing, and I'll do the jacket first. Farmer Stubbs

has plenty more breeches, but little Bob Wasp has only got his shirt to cover his back, and that's like a colander. I'm glad I found this old thing in the ditch, for I couldn't have afforded to buy Ragged as it is, it ain't can't make him look as

cloth for the little chap.

rotten, and I'll see if I spruce as a little squire. One of these days I may stumble on a trouser-piece for him. I can make him a waistcoat out of the cuttings of this, for poor little Bob ain't very broad in the chest."

And so Zephaniah spread the old coat on his board, and took out his chalk, and put his head on one side, and made his marks as knowingly as a writing-master flourishing a ciphering-book, and then he got his shears and began to cut.

"Why, what's this?" he cried, presently, as he picked something out of the fusty old lining. "Well, I'm blest if it ain't a five-pound note! And if I haven't been and gone and cut it in two! Ah, I see what that means-the widow must go halves."

And, without waiting to put on his hat, Zephaniah rushed over the green as fast as his long legs would carry him-they looked as long