Robert Michael Ballantyne

The Garret and the Garden Robert Michael Ballantyne

The sailor glanced in all directions, but was unable to see the owner of the voice until a slight cough-if not a suppressed laugh-caused him to look up, when he perceived the sharp, knowing, and dirty face of a small boy, who calmly contemplated him from a window not more than a foot above his head. Fun, mischief, intelligence, precocity sat enthroned on the countenance of that small boy, and suffering wrinkled his young brow. - -shop in it-