For the better gracing of this place at
the high festival, the majestic old soul had adorned
herself with a cap, calculated to inspire the thought-
less with sentiments of awe. She also wore her gloves.
But let us be genteel, or die!
Caleb sat next his daughter; Dot and her old school-
fellow were side by side; the good Carrier took care
of the bottom of the table. Miss Slowboy was iso-
lated, for the time being, from every article of fur-
niture but the chair she sat on, that she might have
nothing else to knock the Baby's head against.
As Tilly stared about her at the dolls and toys, they
stared at her and at the company. The venerable old
gentlemen at the street-doors (who were all in full
action) showed especial interest in the party, pausing
occasionally before leaping, as if they were listening
to the conversation, and then plunging wildly over
and over, a great many times, without halting for
breath -- as in a frantic state of delight with the whole
proceedings.
Certainly, if these old gentlemen were inclined to
have a fiendish joy in the contemplation of Tackle-
ton's discomfiture, they had good reason to be satis-
fied.
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