THE RETURN TO CRAMERVILIE. = 63

“Tl bet on the New Haven. There’s my
dollar—show yourn.”

George pulled a long silk purse from his
pocket, and fumbled in its depths, where a
solitary sixpence was skulking, and then mut-
tered, “Sir, excuse me, my money is in my
trunk.”

He was exceedingly mortified, and yet, was
quite too manly to call upon his mother for
the dollar.

“QO, then, don’t be betting when you can’t
come down with the tin. It is well you
couldn't fork it out of that gay, red purse;
for you and your dollar would have had to
part company, for there goes the New Haven
ahead; and now that she has got the start she
will keep it. Young man, let me advise you
not to brag with an empty purse in your
pocket, and not to bet with an empty noddle
on your shoulders.”

So saying, the countryman walked off leay-
ing the discomfited George quite crest-fallen.

At New Haven the party took the cars for
Hartford.

Now, this car I call first-rate,” said George.