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'I am sorry to disturb you but a word, directly. 'I'm going to deal, returned the Carrier. 'It's a crisis. 'It is, said Tackleton. 'Come here, man! There was that in his pale face which made the other rise immediately, and ask him, in a hurry, what the matter was. 'Hush! John Peerybingle, said Tackleton. 'I am sorry for this. I am indeed. I have been afraid of it.
Peerybingle then went running to the door, where, what with the wheels of a cart, the tramp of a horse, the voice of a man, the tearing in and out of an excited dog, and the surprising and mysterious appearance of a baby, there was soon the very What's-his-name to pay. Where the baby came from, or how Mrs. Peerybingle got hold of it in that flash of time, I don't know.
One of these was Dot, too flushed and discomposed to adapt herself to any small occurrence of the moment; the other, Bertha, who rose up hurriedly, before the rest, and left the table. 'Good bye! said stout John Peerybingle, pulling on his dreadnought coat. 'I shall be back at the old time. Good bye all! 'Good bye, John, returned Caleb.
It looked sullen and pig-headed enough, even then; carrying its handle with an air of defiance, and cocking its spout pertly and mockingly at Mrs. Peerybingle, as if it said, 'I won't boil. Nothing shall induce me! But Mrs. Peerybingle, with restored good humour, dusted her chubby little hands against each other, and sat down before the kettle, laughing.
Here's Boxer! and out came that somebody forthwith, accompanied by at least two or three other somebodies, to give John Peerybingle and his pretty wife, Good Day. The packages and parcels for the errand cart, were numerous; and there were many stoppages to take them in and give them out, which were not by any means the worst parts of the journey.
Peerybingle," they plumed themselves upon their ankles, and kept themselves particularly neat in point of stockings. Maternal pigs, with their interesting families, strolled by in the sun; and often the pink, baby-like squealers lay down for a nap, with a trust in Providence worthy of human imitation.
That this song of the kettle's was a song of invitation and welcome to somebody out of doors: to somebody at that moment coming on towards the snug small home and the crisp fire: there is no doubt whatever. Mrs. Peerybingle knew it perfectly, as she sat musing before the hearth.
Little woman, how she sobbed again! John Peerybingle would have caught her in his arms. But no; she wouldn't let him. "Don't love me yet, please, John! Not for a long time yet! When I was sad about this intended marriage, dear, it was because I remembered May and Edward such young lovers; and knew that her heart was far away from Tackleton. You believe that, now, don't you, John?"
It looked sullen and pig-headed enough, even then; carrying its handle with an air of defiance, and cocking its spout pertly and mockingly at Mrs. Peerybingle, as if it said, "I won't boil. Nothing shall induce me!" But, Mrs. Peerybingle, with restored good-humour, dusted her chubby little hands against each other, and sat down before the kettle laughing.
"I am sorry for it, John," said Dot in a great bustle, "but I really could not think of going to Bertha's I would not do it, John, on any account without the Veal and Ham Pie and things, and the bottles of Beer. Way!" This monosyllable was addressed to the horse, who didn't mind it at all. "Oh, do way, John!" said Mrs. Peerybingle. "Please!"
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