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Three days passed before he found time to pay his sister a visit; and Polly, who had postponed a washing, baked her richest cakes and pastries, and clad Trotty in her Sunday best each day of the three: Polly was putting a good face on the matter, and consoling herself with Jerry's descriptions of John's triumphs. How she wished she could hear some of the speechifying!
Tugby panted and grumbled after them at leisure: being rendered more than commonly short-winded by the weight of the till, in which there had been an inconvenient quantity of copper. Trotty, with the child beside him, floated up the staircase like mere air. 'Follow her! Follow her! Follow her! He heard the ghostly voices in the Bells repeat their words as he ascended.
'Why, here she is! cried Trotty, catching her up. 'Here's little Lilian! Ha ha ha! Here we are and here we go! O here we are and here we go again! And here we are and here we go! and Uncle Will too! Stopping in his trot to greet him heartily. 'O, Uncle Will, the vision that I've had to-night, through lodging you!
'The chances are, that she'll come to no good, I clearly see. Observe what I say. Take care of her! With which, he hurried off again. 'Wrong every way. Wrong every way! said Trotty, clasping his hands. 'Born bad. No business here! The Chimes came clashing in upon him as he said the words. Full, loud, and sounding but with no encouragement. No, not a drop.
He thought, on the first surprise, of going back; or of getting a light, or a companion, but his courage aided him immediately, and he determined to ascend alone. 'What have I to fear? said Trotty. 'It's a church! Besides, the ringers may be there, and have forgotten to shut the door. So he went in, feeling his way as he went, like a blind man; for it was very dark.
He'd have made no more of speaking his mind to that great Alderman, and putting HIM down I don't know where, than he would of Kissing Meg, suggested Richard. Doing it too! 'No. Not a bit more, said Meg. 'But I wouldn't let him, father. Where would have been the use! 'Richard my boy! cried Trotty. 'You was turned up Trumps originally; and Trumps you must be, till you die!
But, you were crying by the fire to-night, my pet, when I came home! Why did you cry by the fire? 'I was thinking of the years we've passed together, father. Only that. And thinking that you might miss me, and be lonely. Trotty was backing off to that extraordinary chair again, when the child, who had been awakened by the noise, came running in half- dressed.
There's plenty of sweet hay up there, belonging to a neighbour; and it's as clean as hands, and Meg, can make it. Cheer up! Don't give way. A new heart for a New Year, always! The hand released from the child's hair, had fallen, trembling, into Trotty's hand. So Trotty, talking without intermission, led him out as tenderly and easily as if he had been a child himself.
Who can take any interest in a fellow like this, meaning Trotty; 'in such degenerate times as these? Look at him. What an object! The good old times, the grand old times, the great old times! THOSE were the times for a bold peasantry, and all that sort of thing. Those were the times for every sort of thing, in fact. There's nothing now-a-days. Ah! sighed the red-faced gentleman.
And righting her dolly, which she had been dragging upside down, Trotty let slip her fears with the sovereign ease of childhood. From the kitchen Polly could hear the boom of John's deep bass: it made nothing of the lath-and-plaster walls. Of course, shut up as he was, he had to talk to somebody, poor fellow; and Richard was too busy to spare him more than half an hour of an evening.
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