but --'
'No, we don't know better,' interposed John. 'What
are you talking about?'
'Well! We don't know better, then,' said Tackle-
ton. 'We'll agree that we don't. As you like; what
does it matter? I was going to say, as you have that
sort of appearance, your company will produce a
favourable effect on Mrs. Tackleton that will be.
And, though I don't think your good lady's very
friendly to me, in this matter, still she can't help her-
self from falling into my views, for there's a com-
pactness and cosiness of appearance about her that
always tells, even in an indifferent case. You'll say
you'll come?'
'We have arranged to keep our Wedding-Day (as
far as that goes) at home,' said John. 'We have
made the promise to ourselves these six months. We
think, you see, that home --'
'Bah! what's home?' cried Tackleton. 'Four walls
and a ceiling! (why don't you kill that Cricket! I
would! I always do. I hate their noise). There
are four walls and a ceiling at my house. Come to
me!'
'You kill your Crickets, eh?' said John.
'Scrunch 'em, sir,' returned the other, setting his
heel heavily on the floor.
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