CHAPTER XIX.

BEGINS WITH SOMETHING ABOUT THE LITTLE SOODOPSIES, BUT BRANCHES

OFF ON ANOTHER SUBJECT; TO WIT.—THE SILENT SONG OF SINGING

FINGERS, THE FAIR MAID OF THE CITY OF SILVER.—BARREL BROW IS

KIND ENOUGH TO ENLIGHTEN ME ON A CERTAIN POINT, AND HE TAKES

OCCASION TO PAY BULGER A VERY HIGH COMPLIMENT, WHICH, OF COURSE,

HE DESERVED. 123