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168 THE CRICKET ON THE HEARTH.
been fighting pretty stiffly with the Wind to-night. It's been blowing north-east, straight into the cart, the whole way home."
" Poor old man, so it has!" cried Mrs. Peerybingle, instantly becoming very active. " Here ! Take the precious darling, Tilly, while I make myself of some use. Bless it, I could smother it with kissing it, I could ! Hie then, good dog! Hie Boxer, boy ! Only let me make the tea first, John; and then I'll help you with the parcels, like a busy bee. 'How doth the little' —and all the rest of it, you know, John. Did you ever learn ' how doth the little,' when you went to school, John ?"
" Not to quite know it," John returned. " I was very near' it once. But I should only have spoilt it, I dare say."
" Ha ha!" laughed Dot. She had the blithest little laugh you ever heard. " What a dear old darling of a dunce you are, John, to be sure !"
Not at all disputing this position, John went out to see that the boy with the lantern, which had been dancing to and fro before the door and window, like a Will of the Wisp, took due care of the horse; who was fatter than you would quite believe, if I gave you his measure, and so old that his birthday was lost in the mists of antiquity. Boxer, feeling that his attentions were due to the family in general, and must be impartially distributed, dashed in and out with bewildering inconstancy; now describing a circle of short barks round the horse, where he was being rubbed down at the stable-door; now feigning to make savage rushes at his mistress, and facetiously bringing himself to sudden stops; now eliciting a shriek from Tilly Slowboy, in the low nursing-chair near the fire, by the unexpected application of his moist nose to her countenance ; now exhibiting an obtrusive interest in the Baby; now going round and round upon the hearth, and lying down as if he had established himself for the night; now getting up again, and taking that nothing of a fag-end of a tail of his, out into the weather, as if he had just remembered an appointment, and was off, at a round trot, to keep it.
" There ! There's the teapot, ready on the hob !" said Dot ; as briskly busy as a child at play at keeping house. "And there's the cold knuckle of ham; and there's the butter; and there's the crusty loaf, and all! Here's the clothes-basket for the small parcels, John, if you've got any there—where are you, John? Don't let the dear child fall under the grate, Tilly, whatever you do !"
It may be noted of Miss Slowboy, in spite of her rejecting the caution with some vivacity, that she had a rare and surprising |
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