not ask them, but you know it's for your good, and now I have a sheep-dog, I need not be afraid to be alone." "A sheep-dog-a companion! Becky Sharp with a companion! Isn't it good fun?" thought Mrs. Crawley to herself. The notion tickled hugely her sense of humor. One Sunday morning, as Rawdon Crawley, his little son, and the pony were taking their accustomed walk in the Park, they passed an old acquaintance of the colonel's, Corporal Clink, of the regiment, who was in conversation with a friend, an old gentleman, who held a boy in his arms about the age of little Rawdon. This other youngster had seized hold of the Waterloo medal which the corporal wore, and was examining it with delight. "Good-morning, your honor," said Clink, in reply to the "How do, Clink? "of the colonel. "This ere young gen tleman is about the little colonel's age, sir," continued the corporal. "His father was a Waterloo man, too," said the old gentleman, who carried the boy. "Wasn't he, Georgy? "Yes," said Georgy. He and the little chap on the pony were looking at each other with all their might solemnly scanning each other as children do. "In a line regiment," Clink said, with a patronizing air. "He was a captain in the -th regiment," said the old gentleman, rather pompously. "Captain George Osborne, sir perhaps you knew him. He died the death of a hero, sir, fighting against the Corsican tyrant." Colonel Crawley blushed quite red. "I knew him very well, sir," he said, "and his wife, his dear little wife, sir how is she?" "She is my daughter, sir," said the old gentleman, putting down the boy, and taking out a card with great solemnity, which he handed to the colonel. On it was written "Mr. Sedley, Sole Agent for the Black Diamond and Anti-Cinder Coal Association, Bunker's Wharf, Thames Street, and Anna-Maria Cottages, Fulham Road West." Little Georgy went up and looked at the Shetland pony. "Should you like to have a ride?" said Rawdon minor from the saddle. "Yes," said Georgy. The colonel, who had been looking at him with some interest, took up the child and put him on the pony behind Rawdon minor. "Take hold of him, Georgy," he said—"take my little boy round the waist- his name is Rawdon." And both the children began to laugh. "You won't see a prettier pair, I think, this summer's day, sir," said the good-natured corporal; and the colonel, the corporal, and old Mr. Sedley with his umbrella walked by the side of the children. CHAPTER XXXVIII. A FAMILY IN A VERY SMALL WAY. E must suppose little George Osborne has ridden from Knightsbridge towards Fulham, and will stop and make inquiries at that village regarding some friends whom we have left there. How is Mrs. Amelia after the storm of Waterloo ? Is she living and thriving? What has become of Major Dobbin, whose cab was aland is there any news The facts concerning Our worthy fat friend, Joseph Sedley, returned to India not long after his escape from Brussels. Either his furlough was up, or he dreaded to meet any witnesses of his Waterloo flight. However it might be, he went back to his duties in Bengal very soon after Napoleon had taken up his residence at St. Helena, where Jos saw the ex-emperor. To hear Mr. Sedley talk on board ship you would have supposed it was not the first time he and the Corsican had met, and that the civilian had bearded the French general at Mount St. John. He had a thousand anecdotes about the famous. battles; he knew the position of every regiment, and the loss which each had incurred. He did not deny that he had been concerned in those victories that he had been with the army, and carried despatches for the Duke of Wellington. And he described what the duke did and said on |