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THE CRICKET ON THE HEARTH. |
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he was but a Carrier by the way—and we can bear to have them talking Prose, and leading lives of Prose; and bear to bless Thee for their company !
It was pleasant to see Dot, with her little figure and her Baby in her arms: a very doll of a Baby: glancing with a coquettish thoughtfulness at the fire, and inclining her delicate little head just enough on one side to let it rest in an odd, half-natural, half-affected, wholly nestling and agreeable manner, on the great rugged figure of the Carrier. It was pleasant to see him, with his tender awkwardness, endeavouring to adapt his rude support to her slight need, and make his burly middle-age a leaning-staff not inappropriate to her blooming youth. It was pleasant to observe how Tilly Slowboy, waiting in the background for the Baby, took special cognizance (though in her earliest teens) of this grouping; and stood with her mouth and eyes wide open, and her head thrust forward, taking it in as if it were air. Now was it less agreeable to observe how John the Carrier, reference being made by Dot to the aforesaid Baby, checked his hand when on the point of touching the infant, as if he thought he might crack it; and bending down, surveyed it from a safe distance, with a kind of puzzled pride: such as an amiable mastiff might be supposed to show, if he found himself, one day, the father of a young canary.
" An't he beautiful, John ? Don't he look precious in his sleep?"
" Very precious," said John. " Very much so. He generally is asleep, an't he ?"
" Lor John ! Good gracious no !"
" Oh," said John, pondering. " I thought his eyes was generally shut. Halloa !"
" Goodness John, how you startle one !"
" It an't right for him to turn 'em up in that way !" said the astonished Carrier, " is it ? See how he's winking with both of 'em at once ! And look at his mouth ! why he's gasping like a gold and silver fish !"
" You don't deserve to be a father, you don't," said Dot, with all the dignity of an experienced matron. "But how should you know what little complaints children are troubled with, John ! You wouldn't so much as know their names, you stupid fellow." And when she had turned the Baby over on her left arm, and had slapped its back as a restorative, she pinched her husband's ear, laughing.
"No," said John, pulling off his outer coat. "It's very true, Dot. I don't know much about it. I only know that I've |
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