Theladyinvermilion，whohadatuftofgoldenhairinthemidstofherotherwiseravenlocks，glancedmysteriouslyatMr。Moses。
\"Seeanything，mother？\"heasked，withtheatricalsolemnity。\"AtinychunkofluckfortrickylittleBriskin？\"
\"Idoseesomething，\"saidEureka，inadimandheavyvoice。\"It’sjustclosetoyouonthattablebythebrandy。\"
Mr。Mosesstarted，andcastaglanceofaweatthetumbler。
\"Myword，\"hecried——\"myword，mother！What’stheblessedlittlesymbollike？NotaponyfreshfromJerusalemforyourbelievingboy！\"