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Dickens, Charles

"The Cricket On The Hearth"

After which, he went to sleep again.
Mrs. Peerybingle took advantage of this interval, to
make herself as smart in a small way as ever you
saw anybody in all your life; and, during the same
short truce, Miss Slowboy insinuated herself into
a spencer of a fashion so surprising and ingenious,
that it had no connection with herself, or anything
else in the universe, but was a shrunken, dog's-eared,
independent fact, pursuing its lonely course without
the least regard to anybody. By this time, the Baby,
being all alive again, was invested, by the united
efforts of Mrs. Peerybingle and Miss Slowboy, with
a cream-coloured mantle for its body, and a sort of -
nankeen raised-pie for its head; and so in course of
time they all three got down to the door, where the
old horse had already taken more than the full value
of his day's toll out of the Turnpike Trust, by tear-
ing up the road with his impatient autographs; and
whence Boxer might be dimly seen in the remote
perspective, standing looking back, and tempting him
to come on without orders.


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