MR. JINKS AT HOME.
The young man sat down at his desk, and began to write. But this occupation did not seem to amuse him, and, in a few moments, he threw away the pen he was writing with, and demanded another from Mr. Roundjacket.
That gentleman complied, and made him a new one.
Verty wrote for five minutes with the new one; and then split it deplorably. Mr. Roundjacket heard the noise, and protested against such carelessness.
"Oh," sighed Verty, "this writing is a terrible thing to-day; I want a holiday."
"There's no holiday in law, sir."
"Never?"
"No, never."
"It's a very slavish thing, then," Verty said.
"You are not far wrong there, young man," replied his companion; "but it also has its delights."