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AND THE GHOST'S BARGAIN. |
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" I wish it hadn't, Tetterby, with all my heart and soul I do assure you," said his wife. " You can't wish it more than I do, Tetterby."
" I don't know what I saw in her," muttered the newsman, " I'm sure ;—certainly, if I saw anything, it's not there now. I was thinking so, last night, after supper, by the fire. She's fat, she's ageing, she won't bear comparison with most other women."
" He's common-looking, he has no air with him, he's small, he's beginning to stoop, and he's getting bald," muttered Mrs. Tetterby.
"I must have been half out of my mind when I did it," muttered Mr. Tetterby.
" My senses must have forsook me. That's the only way in which I can explain it to myself," said Mrs. Tetterby, with elaboration.
In this mood they sat down to breakfast. The little Tetterbys were not habituated to regard that meal in the light of a sedentary occupation, but discussed it as a dance or trot; rather resembling a savage ceremony, in the occasional shrill whoops, and brandishings of bread and butter, with which it was accompanied, as well as in the intricate filings off into the street and back again, and the hoppings up and down the doorsteps, which were incidental to the performance. In the present instance, the contentions between these Tetterby children for the milk-and-water jug, common to all, which stood upon the table, presented so lamentable an instance of angry passions risen very high indeed, that it was an outrage on the memory of Doctor Watts. It was not until Mr. Tetterby had driven the whole herd out at the front door, that a moment's peace was secured; and even that was broken by the discovery that Johnny had surreptitiously come back, and was at that instant choking in the jug like a ventriloquist, in his indecent and rapacious haste.
" These children will be the death of me at last!" said Mrs. Tetterby, after banishing the culprit. " And the sooner the better, I think."
" Poor people," said Mr. Tetterby, " ought not to have children at all. They give us no pleasure."
He was at that moment taking up the cup which Mrs. Tetterby had rudely pushed towards him, and Mrs. Tetterby was lifting her own cup to her lips, when they were both stopped, as if they were transfixed.
" Here ! Mother ! Father ! " cried Johnny, running into the room. " Here's Mrs. William coming down the street! "
And if ever, since the world began, a young boy took a baby from a cradle with the care of an old nurse, and hushed and |
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