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"Uncle 'Ichard is blind," lisped the little girl, while the boy rejoined, "but the bestest man that ever lived. Why, he's betterer than father, I guess, for I asked ma wan't he, and pa told me yes." "Hush-sh, child," returned the stranger, fearing lest they might attract too much attention. Then removing the shade, his eyes rested long and wistfully upon the little boy and girl as he said,
'Now, "Obin and Ichard," my darling, continued she, addressing herself coaxingly to Gustavus James. 'No, not "Obin and Ichard," replied the child peevishly. 'Yes, my darling, do, that's a treasure. 'Oh dear. Jog, you and your tea! you're always wanting tea, replied Mrs. Jogglebury snappishly. 'Well, but it'll not take you long to get there, replied Mrs. Jogglebury; 'will it, Mr.
My 'ittle dame's not at 'ome So saddle my hog, and bridle my And bring my 'ittle dame, 'ome. A poem that in the original programme was intended to come in after 'Obin and Ichard, which was to be the chef-d'oeuvre. Mrs. Jog was delighted, and found herself pouring the tea into the sugar-basin instead of into Jog's cup. Mr. Sponge, too, applauded.
The unpropitious toilet; the aggravation of 'Obin and Ichard'; the delay caused by Jog being sick with his cigar; the divergence into Hackberry Dean; and the long protracted wait at the toll-bar. Reviewing all the circumstances fairly and dispassionately, Mr. Sponge came to the determination of having nothing more to do with Mr. Jogglebury Crowdey in the hunting way.
Sponge, quite tired of the detention, 'he'll tell me it when I return he'll tell me it when I return, at the same time giving the child another parting chuck under the chin. But the child was not to be put off in that way, and instead of crouching, and nestling, and hiding its face, it looked up quite boldly, and after a little hesitation went through 'Obin and Ichard, to the delight of Mrs.
The stranger sank into the seat, dizzy and faint with the mighty shock, for he knew now that Edith's children were standing them before him that frank, fearless boy, and that sweet little girl, who, not caring to be outdone by her brother, said, in a half exultant way, as if it were something of which she were very proud, "I've got an Uncle 'Ichard, I have, and he's tomin' home bime by."
When they reached Chalkerley Gate it wanted ten minutes to eleven, and they had still three miles to go. 'We shall be late, observed Sponge inwardly denouncing 'Obin and Ichard. 'Shouldn't wonder, replied Jog, adding, with a puff into his frill, 'consequences of making me sick, you see. 'My dear fellow, if you don't know your own stomach by this time, you did ought to do, replied Mr. Sponge.
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