 a stout
oilskin, in which were the broad-swords, pistols, pigtails, nautical costumes,
and other professional necessaries of the aforesaid young gentlemen.
    The pony took his time upon the road, and - possibly in consequence of his
theatrical education - evinced, every now and then, a strong inclination to lie
down. However, Mr. Vincent Crummles kept him up pretty well, by jerking the
rein, and plying the whip; and when these means failed, and the animal came to a
stand, the elder Master Crummles got out and kicked him. By dint of these
encouragements, he was persuaded to move from time to time, and they jogged on
(as Mr. Crummles truly observed) very comfortably for all parties.
    »He's a good pony at bottom,« said Mr. Crummles, turning to Nicholas.
    He might have been at bottom, but he certainly was not at top, seeing that
his coat was of the roughest and most ill-favoured kind. So Nicholas merely
observed that he shouldn't wonder if he was.
    »Many and many is the circuit this pony has gone,« said Mr. Crummles,
flicking him skilfully on the eyelid for old acquaintance' sake. »He is quite
one of us. His mother was on the stage.«
    »Was she?« rejoined Nicholas.
    »She ate apple-pie at a circus for upwards of fourteen years,« said the
manager; »fired pistols, and went to bed in a nightcap; and, in short, took the
low comedy entirely. His father was a dancer.«
    »Was he at all distinguished?«
    »Not very,« said the manager. »He was rather a low sort of pony. The fact
is, he had been originally jobbed out by the day, and he never quite got over
his old habits. He was clever in melodrama too, but too broad - too broad. When
the mother died, he took the port-wine business.«
    »The port-wine business!« cried Nicholas.
    »Drinking port-wine with the clown,« said the manager; »but he was greedy,
and one night bit off the bowl of the glass, and choked himself, so his
vulgarity was the death of him at last.«
    The descendant of this ill-starred animal requiring increased attention from
Mr. Crummles as he progressed in his day's work, that gentleman had very little
time for conversation. Nicholas was thus left at leisure to entertain himself
with his own thoughts, until they arrived at the
