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After tea Martin related his adventures in Brazil, and Barney helped him; and these two talked more that night than any one could have believed it possible for human beings to do, without the aid of steam lungs! And the doctor listened, and the vicar and schoolmaster questioned, and old Mr Jollyboy roared and laughed till he became purple in the face particularly at the sallies of Barney.
His step was quiet, though quick; and his voice was gentle, though rapid; and he was chiefly famous for talking little and doing much. Some time after the opening of our tale, Mr. Jollyboy had received information of Mrs. Grumbit's stocking movement.
Before the perplexed merchant could come at any conclusion on this knotty subject the door opened and Martin Rattler entered the room, followed by his friend Barney O'Flannagan. "You've come to the wrong room, friends," said Mr. Jollyboy with a benignant smile. "My principal clerk engages men and pays wages. His office is just opposite; first door in the passage."
Four thousand! dear me who will make them. Do you know?" This question was addressed to his youngest clerk, who sat on the opposite side of the desk staring at Mr. Jollyboy with that open impudence of expression peculiar to young puppy-dogs whose masters are unusually indulgent. "No, sir, I don't," said the clerk with a broad grin.
Jollyboy beamed with benevolence, until the old lady sometimes thought the fire was going to melt him; then it was that the tea-kettle sang on the hob like a canary; and then it was that Barney bustled about the room preparing the evening meal, and talking all the time with the most perfect freedom to any one who chose to listen to him.
"We don't want to engage," said Martin; "we wish to speak with you, sir." "Oh, beg pardon!" cried Mr. Jollyboy, leaping off the stool with surprising agility for a man of his years. "Come in this way. Pray be seated Eh! ah, surely I've seen you before, my good fellow?" "Yis, sir, that ye have. I've sailed aboard your ships many a time. My name's Barney O'Flannagan, at yer sarvice." "Ah!
"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.
"Martin?" exclaimed the puzzled old gentleman, seizing the young sailor by the shoulders and gazing intently into his face. "Martin! Martin! Surely not yes! eh? Martin Rattler?" "Ay that am I, dear Mr. Jollyboy, safe and sound, and " Martin's speech was cut short in consequence of his being violently throttled by Mr.
The quantity of work that Martin and Mr Jollyboy and Barney used to get through was quite marvellous; and the number of engagements they had during the course of a day was quite bewildering. In the existence of all men, who are not born to unmitigated misery, there are times and seasons of peculiar enjoyment.
But in geography he was perfect; and in arithmetic and book-keeping he was quite a proficient, to the delight of Mrs Dorothy Grumbit whose household books he summed up; and to the satisfaction of his fast friend, Mr Arthur Jollyboy, whose ledgers he was in that old gentleman's secret resolves destined to keep. Martin was now fourteen, broad and strong, and tall for his age.
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