“I’m off. Good-by, all!”
He had proceeded, however, but a few steps when he halted, and, scratching his head, his countenance assumed a most woful expression, and his eyes rolled wildly about.
“What is the matter, William?” asked Wells.
“Got to go t’other way!” was the melancholy reply.
“Why so?”
“O, just a bit of—fun—that’s all!”
“Well, tell us what it is, Nettleton?”
“I can’t! It will break her heart!” he replied, pointing to Sally.
“So it would, William, if any thing dreadful should happen to you!” replied Miss Long, as she dropped her eyes to the ground.
“There, didn’t I tell you so?” replied the faithful servant, his mouth gaping and his eyes expanding.