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Of course I do not expect you to make them all for me, but I wish you to make as many pairs as you can." "I shall be very happy " began Mrs Grumbit. "But, Mrs Grumbit, there is a peculiar formation which I require in my socks that will give you extra trouble, I fear; but I must have it, whatever the additional expense may be. What is your charge for the pair you are now making?"
She wore an old-fashioned, high-crowned cap, and a gown of bed-curtain chintz, with flowers on it the size of a saucer. It was a curious gown, and very cheap, for Mrs Grumbit was poor.
Grumbit as much about her private affairs as he could, without appearing rude. But he found the old lady very close and sensitive on that point. Not so, however, when he got her upon the subject of her nephew. She had enough, and more than enough, to say about him.
Aunt Dorothy Grumbit had a turned-up nose, a very much turned-up nose; so much so, indeed, that it presented a front view of the nostrils! It was an aggravating nose, too for the old lady's spectacles refused to rest on any part of it except the extreme point. Mrs.
I'm sorry to put you to the trouble, but of course I pay extra for fancy-work. Will six shillings a-pair do for these?" "My dear sir," said Mrs Grumbit, "it is no additional " "Well, well, never mind," said Mr Jollyboy. "Two thousand pairs, remember, as soon as possible, close knitted, plain stitch, rather coarse worsted; and don't forget the hitch, Mrs Grumbit, don't forget the hitch."
With a great deal of energy, and a revival of much of his former indignation, when he spoke of the kitten's sufferings, Martin recounted all the circumstances of the fight; during the recital of which Mrs. Dorothy Grumbit took his hand in hers and patted it, gazing the while into his swelled visage, and weeping plentifully, but very silently. When he had finished, Mr.
Ah! reader, there are many Mrs. Grumbits in this world, requiring hitches to be made in their stockings! At this moment the door burst open. Mrs. Dorothy Grumbit uttered a piercing scream, Mr. Jollyboy dropped his spectacles and sat down on his hat, and Martin Rattler stood before them with the white kitten in his arms.
"Then she's cleverer than most people," said Mr. Jollyboy, shortly. "Is she obstinate?" "No, not in the least," returned the vicar with a puzzled smile. "Ah, well, good-bye, good-bye; that's all I want to know." Mr. Jollyboy rose, and hurrying through the village, tapped at the cottage door, and was soon closeted with Mrs. Dorothy Grumbit. In the course of half an hour, Mr. Jollyboy drew from Mrs.
They had a wonderfully long and confidential talk about Martin, during which Mr Jollyboy struck Mrs Grumbit nearly dumb with horror by stating positively that he would do for the boy, he would send him to sea!
By the way, Mrs. Grumbit has been talking about your 'goings on, as she calls them: she's apparently very much exercised in her mind as to the state of your morals. She told me she had to take you in with the matutinal milk three times last week. She wants me to talk to you like a father. It won't do, you know." "I should like to hear you, Dick," said Rainham lazily. "Fire away! But who is Mrs.
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