'I love her, father; I can love her from my soul!'
exclaimed the Blind Girl. And saying so, she laid
her poor blind face on Caleb's shoulder, and so wept
and wept, that he was almost sorry to have brought
that tearful happiness upon her.
In the meantime, there had been a pretty sharp
commotion at John Peerybingle's, for, little Mrs.
Peerybingle naturally couldn't think of going any-
where without the Baby; and to get the Baby under
weigh, took time. Not that there was much of the
Baby, speaking of it as a thing of weight and meas-
ure, but, there was a vast deal to do about and about
it, and it all had to be done by easy stages. For
instance, when the Baby was got, by hook and by
crook, to a certain point of dressing, and you might
have rationally supposed that another touch or two
would finish him off, and turn him out a tip-top
Baby challenging the world, he was unexpectedly ex-
tinguished in a flannel cap, and hustled off to bed;
where he simmered (so to speak) between two blankets
for the best part of an hour. From this state of
inaction he was then recalled, shining very much and
roaring violently, to partake of -- well? I would rather
say, if you'll permit me to speak generally -- of a
slight repast.
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