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Young Jerry, who had only made a feint of undressing when he went

to bed, was not long after his father. Under cover of the

darkness he followed out of the room, followed down the stairs,

followed down the court, followed out into the streets. He was in

no uneasiness concerning his getting into the house again, for it

was full of lodgers, and the door stood ajar all night.

Impelled by a laudable ambition to study the art and mystery of

his father's honest calling, Young Jerry, keeping as close to

house fronts, walls, and doorways, as his eyes were close to one

another, held his honoured parent in view. The honoured parent

steering Northward, had not gone far, when he was joined by

another disciple of Izaak Walton, and the two trudged on

together.