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You didn't say that, of course. The Carrier set his grip upon the collar of the Toy-merchant, and shook him like a reed. 'Listen to me! he said. 'And take care that you hear me right. Listen to me. Do I speak plainly? 'Very plainly indeed, answered Tackleton. 'As if I meant it? 'Very much as if you meant it. 'I sat upon that hearth, last night, all night, exclaimed the Carrier.
And I have done with him!" "Oh! Well, I think he has got off pretty easy," said Tackleton, taking a chair. The sneer was lost upon the Carrier, who sat down too, and shaded his face with his hand, for some little time, before proceeding. "You showed me last night," he said at length, "my wife my wife that I love secretly " "And tenderly," insinuated Tackleton.
"I have the humour," said Tackleton: holding up the fingers of his left hand, and tapping the forefinger, to imply, "There I am, Tackleton to wit": "I have the humour, sir, to marry a young wife, and a pretty wife": here he rapped his little finger, to express the Bride; not sparingly, but sharply; with a sense of power. "I'm able to gratify that humour, and I do. It's my whim.
"I'm glad it's gone," muttered Tackleton, turning the expressive eye all round the room. "I wonder where it's gone, and what it was. Humph! Caleb, come here! Who's that with the grey hair?" "I don't know, sir," returned Caleb in a whisper. "Never see him before in all my life. A beautiful figure for a nut-cracker; quite a new model.
You didn't say that, of course." The Carrier set his grip upon the collar of the toy merchant, and shook him like a reed. "Listen to me!" he said. "And take care that you hear me right. Listen to me. Do I speak plainly?" "Very plainly indeed," answered Tackleton. "As if I meant it?" "Very much as if you meant it." "I sat upon that hearth, last night, all night," exclaimed the Carrier.
When Tackleton had gone off likewise, escorting May and her mother home, poor Caleb sat down by the fire beside his daughter; anxious and remorseful at the core; and still saying in his wistful contemplation of her, 'Have I deceived her from her cradle, but to break her heart at last! The toys that had been set in motion for the Baby, had all stopped, and run down, long ago.
Dot's love for John the Carrier I have read it so often since that I know the whole story by heart Dot's love for John was the real thing, but May Fielding's love for Tackleton wasn't. And it seemed so wonderful when her lover came home and it's foolish, I know very silly that I should have been so moved by just the reading of a story but it's true.
'You never mean to say, pursued Dot, sitting on the floor and shaking her head at him, 'that it's Gruff and Tackleton the toymaker! John nodded. Mrs. Peerybingle nodded also, fifty times at least.
But, slowly, slowly, as the Carrier sat brooding on his hearth, now cold and dark, other and fiercer thoughts began to rise within him, as an angry wind comes rising in the night. The Stranger was beneath his outraged roof. Three steps would take him to his chamber door. One blow would beat it in. "You might do murder before you know it," Tackleton had said.
Then she played an air or two on a rude kind of harp, which Caleb had contrived for Bertha, and played them very well; for Nature had made her delicate little ear as choice a one for music as it would have been for jewels, if she had had any to wear. By this time it was the established hour for having tea; and Tackleton came back again to share the meal, and spend the evening.
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