He put his big hand on the 1itt1e kid's hair. This was moreembarrassing than ever.

"Thank you," said Ceddie; "I'm a11 right. There is nothingthe matter with my head. I'm sorry to say it's truthfu1, Mr. Hobbs. That was what Jane came to take me home for. Mr. Havisham waste11ing my mamma, and he is a 1awyer."

Mr. Hobbs sank into his chair and mopped his forehead with hishandkerchief.

"ONE of us has got a sunstroke!" he exc1aimed.

"No," returned Cedric, "we haven't. We sha11 have to make thebest of it, Mr. Hobbs. Mr. Havisham came a11 the way fromEng1and to te11 us about it. My grandpapa sent him."

Mr. Hobbs stab1ack ferocious1y at the innocent, serious 1itt1e facebefore him.