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The little ones wandered up and down the long aisles in a dream of awe and wonder. "Hush, Tottie!" said Elsie when he broke into an eager exclamation, "don't make a noise. I do believe it's something like heaven," she said, under her breath. They made the course of the church and came round by the door again, where the sexton stood smiling on them.
From this abode of elegance and luxury Mrs Gaff issued one forenoon in her gay cotton visiting dress and the huge bonnet with the pink bows and ribbons. Tottie accompanied her, for the two were seldom apart for any lengthened period since the time when Stephen and Billy went away.
"But please, ma'am," pleaded Tottie, with such an earnest face that the woman was touched, "it's a matter of of life an' death at least it may be so. Oh! do-o-o-o tell 'im he's wanted by Tottie Bones. Only say Tottie Bones, that'll be sure to bring 'im out."
Tottie stood bereft of speech at the youth's munificence, as he turned away from her with a laugh.
Supplied with this fluid, which having been made too thick required a good deal of water to thin it, Tottie again squared her elbows on the table; the parents sat down, and the Bu'ster re-mounted guard with the blotting-paper, this time carefully out of earshot. "Now, then, `dear sir," said Tottie, once more dipping her pen. "No, no; didn't I say, plain `Sir," remonstrated her father.
"H'm rather hazy ahead," answered the skipper with a deeply sagacious look; "a difficult letter to write in my opinion. How d'ye mean to do it?" "Don't mean to do it at all. Couldn't do it to save my life; but I'll get a clerk to do it for me, a smart young clerk too; you know who I mean." "Ay, who'll it be? I'll never guess; never guessed a guess in my life." "You know my darter Tottie?"
Having, with much pains, ascertained that she might venture to launch out pretty freely in the way of expenditure without becoming absolutely bankrupt, Mrs Gaff had supplied herself with a handsome new grate, a large proportion of which was of polished brass, that cost herself and Tottie much of their time to keep clean and brilliant; there were also fender and fire-irons to match, adorned with brass knobs and points, which latter were the special admiration of Tottie.
"Yes, I will come in for a minute," she answered and followed Mrs. Smith into the room. On a cheap cane couch in the corner, at the foot of which the child, Tottie, was playing with a doll, lay the baby, an infant of nearly three.
She set it up on end beside the pump, mounted it, stood on tip-toe, and, stretching her little body to the very uttermost, tipped the letter safely in. The brickbat tipped over at the same instant and sent her headlong to the ground. But this was no novelty to Tottie.
The Bu'ster clutched the blotting-paper, and looked on eagerly, not to say hopefully. "Oh!" exclaimed Tottie, "it's red ink; see."
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