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The Christmas Carol, The Chimes, Cricket On the Hearth, Battle Of Life
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190
THE CRICKET ON THE HEARTH.
threshold at his own slow pace, but with a footfall counterfeited for her ear; and never had he, when his heart was heaviest, forgotten the light tread that was to render hers so cheerful and courageous!
Heaven knows! But I think Caleb's vague bewilderment of manner may have half originated in his having confused himself about himself and everything around him, for the love of his Blind Daughter. How could the little man be otherwise than bewildered, after labouring for so many years to destroy his own identity, and that of all the objects that had any bearing on it!
" There we are," said Caleb, falling back a pace or two to form the better judgment of his work; " as near the real thing as six-penn'orth of halfpence is to sixpence. What a pity that the whole front of the house opens at once ! If there was only a staircase in it now, and regular doors to the rooms to go in at! But that's the worst of my calling, I'm always deluding myself, and swindling myself."
" You are speaking quite softly. You are not tired, father ?"
" Tired," echoed Caleb, with a great burst of animation, " what should tire me, Bertha ? I was never tired. What does it mean ?"
To give the greater force to his words, he checked himself in an involuntary imitation of two half-length stretching and yawning figures on the mantel-shelf, who were represented as in one eternal state of weariness from the waist upwards; and hummed a frag­ment of a song. It was a Bacchanalian song, something about a Sparkling Bowl; and he sang it with an assumption of a Devil-may-care voice, that made his face a thousand times more meagre and more thoughtful than ever.
" What! You're singing, are you ?" said Tackleton, putting his head in, at the door. " Go it! I can't sing."
Nobody would have suspected him of it. He hadn't what is generally termed a singing face, by any means.
"I can't afford to sing," said Tackleton. "I'm glad you can. I hope you can afford to work too. Hardly time for both, I should think ?"
" If you could only see him, Bertha, how he's winking at me ! " whispered Caleb. " Such a man to joke ! you'd think, if you didn't know him, he was in earnest—wouldn't you now ?"
The Blind Girl smiled, and nodded.
" The bird that can sing and won't sing, must be made to sing, they say," grumbled Tackleton. " What about the owl that can't sing, and oughtn't to sing, and will sing; is there anything that he should be made to do ?"
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