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In the course of half an hour, Mr Jollyboy drew from Mrs 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.
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."
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.
Mr Arthur Jollyboy was there of course; and the vicar was there; and the pursy doctor who used to call Martin "a scamp;" and the schoolmaster; and last though not least Barney O'Flannagan was there.
This was the great point which Barney had expected; it was the climax to which he had been looking forward all the morning: and it did not come short of his anticipations; for Mr Jollyboy danced round Martin and embraced him for at least ten minutes, asking him at the same time a shower of questions which he gave him no time to answer.
Arthur Jollyboy and Barney, and to the surprise and complete discomfiture of the young doctor who shook his head and said "There is no hope," Aunt Dorothy Grumbit recovered? and was brought back in health and in triumph to her old cottage at Ashford! Moreover, she was arrayed again in the old bed-curtain chintz with the flowers as big as saucers, and the old high-crowned cap.
And I quite agree with her as regards her principle; but it does not apply fully to her, for she cannot work so as to procure a sufficient livelihood without injury to her health." "Is she clever?" inquired Mr. Jollyboy. "Why, no, not particularly. In fact, she does not often exert her reasoning faculties, except in the common-place matters of ordinary and every-day routine."
"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!
There was a great house-warming on the night of the day in which Aunt Dorothy Grumbit was brought back. Mr. Arthur Jollyboy was there of course; and the vicar was there; and the pursy doctor who used to call Martin "a scamp;" and the school-master; and last, though not least, Barney O'Flannagan was there.
As for old Aunt Dorothy Grumbit, she listened when Martin spoke. When Martin was silent she became stone deaf! In the course of time Mr Jollyboy made Martin his head clerk; and then, becoming impatient, he made him his partner off-hand.
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