On receiving the message, he repaired at once to the room where Jack and Harry Girdwood were located, preparing another practical joke for the benefit of the orphan.
Mr. Figgins took his flute with him, and too-tooed all the way till he reached the door of Jack's room.
For Jack and Harry, it should be mentioned, had followed the orphan to his new abode, and secured rooms in the same house.
He entered.
"Sit down, Mr. Figgins," said Jack.
Mr. Figgins sat down, nursing his flute.
"I have sent for you," Jack commenced.
"Ah, I see, you wish for a tune," cried the orphan, with much hilarity, as he put the flute to his lips and began to play.
"On the contrary," cried Jack, quickly; "it's just what we don't wish for; we should be glad if you'd come to a stop."
Mr. Figgins opened his eyes with astonishment.