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"Are n't there some new girls in the ward who have n't any dolls?" "Yes," Polly answered, "there are five or six. Let me see," tapping off the names on her fingers, "there's Mabel, and Stella, and Frederica, and Angiola, and Trotty, she's only four, and Mary Pender, and Ida Regan, she's real pretty; that makes seven: I think that's all." "You shall choose a doll for each one of them.
Meg shook her head, and made belief to clap her hands, applauding Trotty; Trotty conveyed, in dumb-show, unintelligible narratives of how and when and where he had found their visitors, to Meg; and they were happy. Very happy. 'Although, thought Trotty, sorrowfully, as he watched Meg's face; 'that match is broken off, I see! 'Now, I'll tell you what, said Trotty after tea.
Barring that, the whole of the first scene of the "Chimes" was alive with reality, and with a curious diversity of human character. In the one that followed, and in which Trotty conveyed a letter to Sir Joseph Rowley, the impersonation of the obese hall-porter, later on identified as Tugby, was in every way far beyond that of the pompous humanitarian member of parliament.
'Not Lilian Fern whose mother died in Dorsetshire! said she. Her uncle answered 'Yes, and meeting hastily, they exchanged some hurried words together; of which the upshot was, that Mrs. Chickenstalker shook him by both hands; saluted Trotty on his cheek again of her own free will; and took the child to her capacious breast. 'Will Fern! said Trotty, pulling on his right-hand muffler.
Trotty involuntarily repaired to the Hall with the rest, for he felt himself conducted thither by some stronger impulse than his own free will. The sight was gay in the extreme; the ladies were very handsome; the visitors delighted, cheerful, and good-tempered.
It tickled me, it did, about that Trotty, and his daughter. Wasn't she a brick?" "And did ye see Sol when he read about the chap wid the kid in his arms?" asked another. "No, what about him?" "Why, he leaned right over, and even forgot his pipe. I never saw such a wistful look in any man's face." "That's nothing. I guess we all looked pretty much that way."
On the whole, though, the child did not warm to her father. "Aunty, kin dat man take me away f'om you?" "That man? Why, Trotty darling, he's your father!" said Polly, shocked. "Kin 'e take me away f'om you and Uncle Papa?" "He could if he wanted to. But I'm sure he doesn't," answered her aunt, deftly turning a well-rolled sheet of pastry.
'I am afraid, sir, stammered Trotty, looking meekly at him, 'that I am a a little behind-hand with the world. Behind-hand with the world! repeated Sir Joseph Bowley, in a tone of terrible distinctness. 'I am afraid, sir, faltered Trotty, 'that there's a matter of ten or twelve shillings owing to Mrs. Chickenstalker. 'To Mrs. Chickenstalker! repeated Sir Joseph, in the same tone as before.
"Ssh!" warned Polly, with a glance at Trotty. "Think what it means to him, Richard, and to us, too. It will do your practice ever so much good if he gets in to be the brother-in-law of the member! We must help all we can, dear."
As it is, he's even asked me to make it plain to Tilly that he wishes Trotty to spend her holidays at school." The forsaking of the poor little motherless flock cut Mary to the heart. Trotty had dung to her, inconsolable. "Oh, Auntie, TAKE me with you! Oh, what shall I do without you?" "It's not possible, darling. Your papa would never agree.
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