56 AN ANGLER'S BASKET. 



everything gone but the misguided author of it all, the 

 youngsters, and the domestics ; they revel in it ; they sit 

 on the ends of travelling trunks, and perambulate about 

 unconcernedly over whole penn'orths of tin tacks ; then the 

 doors are opened to a tribe of abandoned ruffians with step 

 ladders and brushes, and fat women with buckets and soft 

 soap, and the wreck is complete. They are going to make 

 you comfortable, and you know it. One of their ways of 

 doing it is to open every window in the house, with the 

 object, it seems to me, of blowing the master into the next 

 street. 



