46 TROTTY'S WEDDING TOUR. der their arms and their mouths open. In fact, they seemed a great deal more like little dogs than they did like little boys. But Bobbit did not think of this; they were very much like all his lodgers. i *“‘ Babies,” he said to himself, twisting himself together to keep warm, “jest babies. Now I’d like to know what ’ud ha’ become 0’ them two this night, ef I did n’t happen to keep hotel. Wh-e-ew!” This night was growing quite cold enough to emphasize. Bobbit was a little surprised it grew so cold. You see he was used to sleeping in the “first-class rooms,” over under the jacket and the hay. Right here in the lips of the boiler it was icy and wet. The wind puffed in at the cracks where the hogshead top did not fit; it seemed as if the hotel were drawing in great breaths, like an animal, into its iron lungs. The sleet, too, shot in little broadsides of it, cutting and cold; Bobbit’s hands bled where it struck them; but it was so dark that he did not know it. “The wind’s the wrong way,” said Bobbit, “my front door ‘Il be down afore morning. Heigh-o!— Harum!” Harum was asleep. “ Scarum !” Scarum was asleep. “ Warm as toast!’ said Bobbit, feeling of them. ‘“ Won- der ef they could spare me the jacket !”’ But after some thought he concluded not to take the jacket. The storm was screaming horribly, overhead, this side, that