BOBBIT’S HOTEL. 45

she was took up fur dhrink last summer, she called us Harum
and Scarum, jest. I’m Harum, he’s Scarum.”’

“‘ [ve heerd worse names ’n that, I’m sure,” said Bobbit,
politely.

By and by the doughnut was all gone, and the candle too.
Bobbit blew out the last pink spark, and it grew very dark in
the hotel.

* Kind 0’ chilly, too,”’ said the little landlord. ‘“ Chillier ’n
common. The storm must have riz. Sometimes it blows in.
But ’t ain’t often I can’t keep ’most cumf’t’ble in my rear
soot o’ rooms. You just crawl in fur’s you can go, and
stick yer feet into them old jacket sleeves. There ll be one
apiece fur both on ye. Them’s my foot-muffs. I take a
sight o’ heat out on ’em. A chap as I lodged here last
month, as went to the school-ship fur loafin’, he left it to me
‘to settle my bill,’ says he. I took it very well of that chap.
He was sick here a week and two days. But I didn’t ax fur
his jacket. I told him we’d charge it till his ship come in.
But you see it turned out as he come into the ship. You
crawl over. There! them’s my first-class apartments.
Cumf’t’ble ?”

“ Some!” said Harum.

“ T hain’t been so warm, not since the last thaw, at all, at
all,” said Scarum, sleepily. Indeed, Scarum was sound
asleep by the time he had said it; and Harum was asleep by
the time that Scarum was. They curled up in the school-
ship boy’s jacket, like two little puppies, with their heads un-