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      “Whatever you do, Johnny,” said Mrs. Tetterby, shaking her head, “take care of her, or never look your mother in the face again.”

      “Nor your brother,” said Adolphus.

      “Nor your father, Johnny,” added Mr. Tetterby.

      Johnny, much affected by this conditional renunciation of him, looked down at Moloch’s eyes to see that they were all right, so far, and skilfully patted her back (which was uppermost), and rocked her with his foot.

      “Are you wet, ’Dolphus, my boy?” said his father. “Come and take my chair, and dry yourself.”

      “No, father, thank’ee,” said Adolphus, smoothing himself down with his hands. “I an’t very wet, I don’t think. Does my face shine much, father?”

      “Well, it does look waxy, my boy,” returned Mr. Tetterby.

      “It’s the weather, father,” said Adolphus, polishing his cheeks on the worn sleeve of his jacket. “What with rain, and sleet, and wind, and snow, and fog, my face gets quite brought out into a rash sometimes. And shines, it does — oh, don’t it, though!”

      Master Adolphus was also in the newspaper line of life, being employed, by a more thriving firm than his father and Co., to vend newspapers at a railway station, where his chubby little person, like a shabbily-disguised Cupid, and his shrill little voice (he was not much more than ten years old), were as well known as the hoarse panting of the locomotives, running in and out. His juvenility might have been at some loss for a harmless outlet, in this early application to traffic, but for a fortunate discovery he made of a means of entertaining himself, and of dividing the long day into stages of interest, without neglecting business. This ingenious invention, remarkable, like many great discoveries, for its simplicity, consisted in varying the first vowel in the word “paper,” and substituting, in its stead, at different periods of the day, all the other vowels in grammatical succession. Thus, before daylight in the winter-time, he went to and fro, in his little oilskin cap and cape, and his big comforter, piercing the heavy air with his cry of “Morn-ing Pa-per!” which, about an hour before noon, changed to “Morn-ing Pepper!” which, at about two, changed to “Morn-ing Pip-per!” which in a couple of hours changed to “Morn-ing Pop-per!” and so declined with the sun into “Eve-ning Pup-per!” to the great relief and comfort of this young gentleman’s spirits.

      Mrs. Tetterby, his lady-mother, who had been sitting with her bonnet and shawl thrown back, as aforesaid, thoughtfully turning her wedding-ring round and round upon her finger, now rose, and divesting herself of her out-of-door attire, began to lay the cloth for supper.

      “Ah, dear me, dear me, dear me!” said Mrs. Tetterby. “That’s the way the world goes!”

      “Which is the way the world goes, my dear?” asked Mr. Tetterby, looking round.

      “Oh, nothing,” said Mrs. Tetterby.

      Mr. Tetterby elevated his eyebrows, folded his newspaper afresh, and carried his eyes up it, and down it, and across it, but was wandering in his attention, and not reading it.

      Mrs. Tetterby, at the same time, laid the cloth, but rather as if she were punishing the table than preparing the family supper; hitting it unnecessarily hard with the knives and forks, slapping it with the plates, dinting it with the salt-cellar, and coming heavily down upon it with the loaf.

      “Ah, dear me, dear me, dear me!” said Mrs. Tetterby. “That’s the way the world goes!”

      “My duck,” returned her husband, looking round again, “you said that before. Which is the way the world goes?”

      “Oh, nothing!” said Mrs. Tetterby.

      “Sophia!” remonstrated her husband, “you said that before, too.”

      “Well, I’ll say it again if you like,” returned Mrs. Tetterby. “Oh nothing — there! And again if you like, oh nothing — there! And again if you like, oh nothing — now then!”

      Mr. Tetterby brought his eye to bear upon the partner of his bosom, and said, in mild astonishment:

      “My little woman, what has put you out?”

      “I’m sure I don’t know,” she retorted. “Don’t ask me. Who said I was put out at all? I never did.”

      Mr. Tetterby gave up the perusal of his newspaper as a bad job, and, taking a slow walk across the room, with his hands behind him, and his shoulders raised — his gait according perfectly with the resignation of his manner — addressed himself to his two eldest offspring.

      “Your supper will be ready in a minute, ’Dolphus,” said Mr. Tetterby. “Your mother has been out in the wet, to the cook’s shop, to buy it. It was very good of your mother so to do. You shall get some supper too, very soon, Johnny. Your mother’s pleased with you, my man, for being so attentive to your precious sister.”

      Mrs. Tetterby, without any remark, but with a decided subsidence of her animosity towards the table, finished her preparations, and took, from her ample basket, a substantial slab of hot pease pudding wrapped in paper, and a basin covered with a saucer, which, on being uncovered, sent forth an odour so agreeable, that the three pair of eyes in the two beds opened wide and fixed themselves upon the banquet. Mr. Tetterby, without regarding this tacit invitation to be seated, stood repeating slowly, “Yes, yes, your supper will be ready in a minute, ’Dolphus — your mother went out in the wet, to the cook’s shop, to buy it. It was very good of your mother so to do” — until Mrs. Tetterby, who had been exhibiting sundry tokens of contrition behind him, caught him round the neck, and wept.

      “Oh, Dolphus!” said Mrs. Tetterby, “how could I go and behave so?”

      This reconciliation affected Adolphus the younger and Johnny to that degree, that they both, as with one accord, raised a dismal cry, which had the effect of immediately shutting up the round eyes in the beds, and utterly routing the two remaining little Tetterbys, just then stealing in from the adjoining closet to see what was going on in the eating way.

      “I am sure, ’Dolphus,” sobbed Mrs. Tetterby, “coming home, I had no more idea than a child unborn — ”

      Mr. Tetterby seemed to dislike this figure of speech, and observed, “Say than the baby, my dear.”

      “ — Had no more idea than the baby,” said Mrs. Tetterby. — “Johnny, don’t look at me, but look at her, or she’ll fall out of your lap and be killed, and then you’ll die in agonies of a broken heart, and serve you right. — No more idea I hadn’t than that darling, of being cross when I came home; but somehow, ’Dolphus — ” Mrs. Tetterby paused, and again turned her wedding-ring round and round upon her finger.

      “I see!” said Mr. Tetterby. “I understand! My little woman was put out. Hard times, and hard weather, and hard work, make it trying now and then. I see, bless your soul! No wonder! Dolf, my man,” continued Mr. Tetterby, exploring the basin with a fork, “here’s your mother been and bought, at the cook’s shop, besides pease pudding, a whole knuckle of a lovely roast leg of pork, with lots of crackling left upon it, and with seasoning gravy and mustard quite unlimited. Hand in your plate, my boy, and begin while it’s simmering.”

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