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Where would Mrs Higden be if she warn't turned for! At the mere thought of Mrs Higden in this inconceivable affliction, Mr Sloppy's countenance became pale, and manifested the most distressful emotions. 'You are as right as right can be, Sloppy, said Mrs Boffin 'and far be it from me to tell you otherwise. It shall be seen to.

A countenance of special discontent and amazement Mr Wegg exhibited in this position, with his buttons almost as prominently on view as Sloppy's own, and with his wooden leg in a highly unaccommodating state. But, not for many seconds was his countenance visible in the room; for, Sloppy lightly trotted out with him and trotted down the staircase, Mr Venus attending to open the street door.

Turning his head, Wegg beheld his persecutor, the ever-wakeful dustman, accoutred with fantail hat and velveteen smalls complete. Who, untying his tied-up broken head, revealed a head that was whole, and a face that was Sloppy's. 'Ha, ha, ha, gentlemen! roared Sloppy in a peal of laughter, and with immeasureable relish.

But, so much more powerful were the frailties of Sloppy's form than the strongest resources of tailoring science, that he now stood before the Council, a perfect Argus in the way of buttons: shining and winking and gleaming and twinkling out of a hundred of those eyes of bright metal, at the dazzled spectators.

Mr Sloppy's instructions had been to deposit his burden in the road; but, a scavenger's cart happening to stand unattended at the corner, with its little ladder planted against the wheel, Mr S. found it impossible to resist the temptation of shooting Mr Silas Wegg into the cart's contents. A somewhat difficult feat, achieved with great dexterity, and with a prodigious splash.

I don't want to lose all show for the team." "You bet you don't! You're getting on finely, too, aren't you? I don't see how you work those long throws of yours. Graft says it's just your fool luck," Joe chuckled. "I asked him why he didn't cultivate a little luck himself! He's been playing like a baby so far; sloppy's no name for it!" "Think Marble notices it?" "Of course he notices it!

Should you like to dine here every day? 'Off of all four on 'em, mum? O mum! Sloppy's feelings obliged him to squeeze his hat, and contract one leg at the knee. 'Yes. And should you like to be always taken care of here, if you were industrious and deserving? 'Oh, mum!

'Don't ye be timorous for me, my dear, said the stanch old heart, observant of Bella's face: when I take my seat with my work, clean and busy and fresh, in a country market-place, I shall turn a sixpence as sure as ever a farmer's wife there. The Secretary took that opportunity of touching on the practical question of Mr Sloppy's capabilities.