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The tinker was seated under a hedge, hammering away at an old kettle, with a little fire burning in front of him, and the donkey hard by, indulging in a placid doze. Mr. Sprott looked up as Lenny passed, nodded kindly, and said, --
"Good evenin', Lenny: glad to hear you be so 'spectably sitivated with Mounseer."