'Hark! He's called for, sure enough,' said John.
'There's somebody at the door. Open it, Tilly.'
Before she could reach it, however, it was opened
from without, being a primitive sort of door, with
a latch, that any one could lift if he chose -- and a
good many people did choose, for all kinds of neigh-
bours liked to have a cheerful word or two with the
Carrier, though he was no great talker himself. Be-
ing opened, it gave admission to a little, meagre,
thoughtful, dingy-faced man, who seemed to have
made himself a great-coat from the sack-cloth cover-
ing of some old box; for, when he turned to shut
the door, and keep the weather out, he disclosed
upon the back of that garment, the inscription G & T
in large black capitals. Also the word GLASS in
bold characters.
'Good-evening John!' said the little man. 'Good-
evening Mum. Good-evening Tilly. Good-evening
Unbeknown! How's Baby Mum? Boxer's pretty
well I hope?'
'All thriving, Caleb,' replied Dot. 'I am sure you
need only look at the dear child, for one, to know
that.
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