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Mrs. Tetterby, his lady-mother, who had been sitting with her bonnet and shawl thrown back, as aforesaid, thoughtfully turning her wedding-ring round and round upon her finger, now rose, and divesting herself of her out-of-door attire, began to lay the cloth for supper. "Ah, dear me, dear me, dear me!" said Mrs. Tetterby. "That's the way the world goes!"
At one time, four after me at once; two of them were sons of Mars." "We're all sons of Ma's, my dear," said Mr. Tetterby, "jointly with Pa's." "I don't mean that," replied his wife, "I mean soldiers serjeants." "Oh!" said Mr. Tetterby.
Tetterby, struck by a sudden thought, preferred the same claim on his own parental part. The satisfaction of this third desire completely exhausted the sacrifice, who had hardly breath enough left to get back to his stool, crush himself again, and pant at his relations. "Whatever you do, Johnny," said Mrs. Tetterby, shaking her head, "take care of her, or never look your mother in the face again."
Tetterby, without any remark, but with a decided subsidence of her animosity towards the table, finished her preparations, and took, from her ample basket, a substantial slab of hot pease pudding wrapped in paper, and a basin covered with a saucer, which, on being uncovered, sent forth an odour so agreeable, that the three pair of eyes in the two beds opened wide and fixed themselves upon the banquet.
"Come nearer, 'Dolphus, and let me ease my mind, and tell you what I mean. Let me tell you all about it." Mr. Tetterby bringing his chair closer, Mrs. Tetterby laughed again, gave him a hug, and wiped her eyes. "You know, Dolphus, my dear," said Mrs. Tetterby, "that when I was single, I might have given myself away in several directions.
Softening more and more, as his own tender feelings and those of his injured son were worked on, Mr. Tetterby concluded by embracing him, and immediately breaking away to catch one of the real delinquents.
Tetterby rubbed hers. Mr. Tetterby's face began to smooth and brighten; Mrs. Tetterby's began to smooth and brighten. "Why, Lord forgive me," said Mr. Tetterby to himself, "what evil tempers have I been giving way to? What has been the matter here!" "How could I ever treat him ill again, after all I said and felt last night!" sobbed Mrs. Tetterby, with her apron to her eyes.
It roved from door-step to door-step, in the arms of little Johnny Tetterby, and lagged heavily at the rear of troops of juveniles who followed the Tumblers or the Monkey, and came up, all on one side, a little too late for everything that was attractive, from Monday morning until Saturday night. Wherever childhood congregated to play, there was little Moloch making Johnny fag and toil.
"Sophia," said Mr. Tetterby, "I must reveal it. I couldn't rest in my conscience unless I mentioned it. My little woman " "Mrs. William's very nearly here!" screamed Johnny at the door. "My little woman, I wondered how," gasped Mr.
"What's there to read in a paper?" returned Mr. Tetterby, with excessive discontent. "What?" said Mrs. Tetterby. "Police." "It's nothing to me," said Tetterby. "What do I care what people do, or are done to?" "Suicides," suggested Mrs. Tetterby. "No business of mine," replied her husband. "Births, deaths, and marriages, are those nothing to you?" said Mrs. Tetterby.
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