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Never did a pair of top boots, big or little, shine with a lustre

more resplendent; never was postilion's jacket more excellent of fit,

nattier, or more carefully brushed; and nowhere could there be found

ts of crested silver buttons with such an air of waggish

roguery, so sly, so knowing, and so pertinaciously on the everlasting

wink, as these saroomship, Milo of Crotona He had slipped out suddenly fro froain, with his innocent blue eyes, and with every

blinking, twinkling button on his jacket And his eyes ide and

guileless--the eyes of a cherub; but his buttons!

Yea, forsooth, it was all in his buttons as they winked slyly one to

another as much as to say: "Aha! we don't knohy his Lordship's nankeens are greened at the

knees, not we! nor why the gent's lower lip is unduly swelled Lord

love your eyes and limbs, oh no!"

"What, my imp of innocence!" exclaie, e now?"

"Think'n', ?"

"I were think'n', enelman here is a top-sawyer

wi' 'is daddies, , eh?"

"Not watchin'--oh no, m'lud; I just 'appened ter notice--that's all,

m'lud"

"Ha!" exclaimed the Viscount; "then I suppose you happened to notice

--knocked down?"

"No, m'lud; ye see, I shut my eyes--every time"

"Every time, eh!" said his Lordship, with his whimsical smile

"Oh Loyalty, thy name is Milo! But hallo!" he broke off, "I believe