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It was on the sole condition of his weekly presence thus in her house that she had consented not to live with the married pair. And so Mr Blackshaw could not witness Roger's bath. He adored Roger. He understood Roger. He weighed, nursed, and fed Roger. He was 'up' in all the newest theories of infant rearing. In short, Roger was his passion, and he knew everything of Roger except Roger's bath.
With great struggling we got her to her feet once more, and were careful this time to hold her till she got steady on her legs. Father and mother at the tail and Blackshaw and I at the horns, we marched her home and gave her a bran mash.
Now, can you suggest something else which will give a general idea of the nature of the book? As Mark had absolutely no idea what the book was about, he could not. 'Well, Mr. Blackshaw suggested something like "Enchantment," or "Witchery." 'I don't care about either of those, said Mark, who found this sort of dissembling unexpectedly easy. 'No, said Mr. Fladgate, 'No. I think you're right.
Emmie was twice Mrs Blackshaw's age, besides being twice her weight, and she knew twice as much about babies as Mrs Blackshaw did. However, Mrs Blackshaw had the terrific advantage of being the mother of that particular infant, and she could always end an argument when she chose, and in her own favour. It was unjust, and Emmie felt it to be unjust; but this is not a world of justice.
Blackshaw, sister of George the Fourth's favorite, Beau Brummel, whose daughters were good friends of ours; and on the other Belzoni, the Egyptian traveller, and his wife, with whom we were well acquainted.
But mother a woman's pride bears more wear than a man's would never allow us to come to that. All our neighbours were very friendly; but one in particular, a James Blackshaw, proved himself most desirous of being comradely with us. He was a sort of self-constituted sheik of the community.
He had quitted the Works for a quarter of an hour, and the current had failed! Of course, the entire house was instantly in an uproar, turned upside down, startled out of its life. But a few candles soon calmed its transports. And at length Mr Blackshaw gained the bedroom in safety, with the offspring of his desires comfortable in a shawl. 'Give him to me, said May shortly.
Nevertheless, a few weeks after the advent of Mrs Blackshaw's baby, when the medical officer of health reported to the Town Council that the births for the month amounted to ninety-five, and that the birth-rate of Bursley compared favourably with the birth-rates of the sister towns, Hanbridge, Knype, Longshaw, and Turnhill when the medical officer read these memorable words at the monthly meeting of the Council, and the Staffordshire Signal reported them, and Mrs Blackshaw perused them, a blush of pride spread over Mrs Blackshaw's face, and she picked up the baby's left foot and gave it a little peck of a kiss.
Its great neighbour Hanbridge had become acquainted with electricity in the nineteenth century. All the principal streets and squares, and every decent shop that Hanbridge competition had left standing, and many private houses, now lighted themselves by electricity, and the result was splendid and glaring and coldly yellow. Mr. Blackshaw developed into the hero of the hour.
'I suppose you couldn't put it off for a couple of hours one night, May? he suggested at supper on the evening of the particular bath described above. 'Sidney! protested Mrs Blackshaw, pained. Mr Blackshaw felt that he had gone too far, and there was a silence. 'Well! said Mr Blackshaw at length, 'I have just made up my mind.
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