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"Tell me some more," said the Doctor, all excited; and he rushed over to the dresser-drawer and came back with the butcher's book and a pencil. "Now don't go too fast and I'll write it down. This is interesting very interesting something quite new. Give me the Birds' A.B.C. first slowly now."
"We have here a toasting-fork, a potato in its natural state, two potlids, one egg-cup, a wooden spoon, and two skewers, from which it is necessary for commercial purposes to subtract a sprat- gridiron, a small pickle-jar, two lemons, one pepper-castor, a blackbeetle-trap, and a knob of the dresser-drawer what remains?" "Toatin-fork!" cries Jemmy. "In numbers how many?" says the Major.
'Yes, said Miss Jenny, with a silent chuckle. 'It looks as if it ought to be Pickled. Mr Fledgeby collapsed under the word 'Pickled, and groaned again. 'My kitchen is on this floor, he said; 'you'll find brown paper in a dresser-drawer there, and a bottle of vinegar on a shelf. Would you have the kindness to make a few plasters and put 'em on? It can't be kept too quiet.
"As for my dress, Ma," returned Bella, merrily searching in a dresser-drawer, "I mean to apron it and towel it all over the front; and as to permission, I mean to do without." "You cook?" said Mrs. Wilfer. "You who never cooked when you were at home?" "Yes, Ma," returned Bella; "that is precisely the state of the case."
Bishopriggs shuffled out of the room to fetch the cards. The dresser-drawer in the pantry contained a choice selection of miscellaneous objects a pack of cards being among them. In searching for the cards, the wary hand of the head-waiter came in contact with a morsel of crumpled-up paper. He drew it out, and recognized the letter which he had picked up in the sitting-room some hours since.
'Hold! rejoined her majestic mother. 'I cannot permit it. Cook, in that dress! 'As for my dress, Ma, returned Bella, merrily searching in a dresser-drawer, 'I mean to apron it and towel it all over the front; and as to permission, I mean to do without. 'YOU cook? said Mrs Wilfer. 'YOU, who never cooked when you were at home?
Instead of at once taking the tray on which it was placed into the sitting-room, he conveyed it privately into his own pantry, and shut the door. "Lie ye there, my freend, till the spare moment comes and I'll look at ye again," he said, putting the letter away carefully in the dresser-drawer.
"What's yer uncle doin'?" was her next question. "He's oiling waggon wheels," answered Tom, "and sent me in." Miss Hepsy took out a very ugly piece of knitting from the dresser-drawer, and sat down opposite Lucy. "It's a pity boys ain't learned to sew and knit," she said grimly. "It would save a deal of women's time doin' it for 'em. I think I'll teach you, Tom." "No, thank you, Aunt Hepsy."
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