When she had
got poor Caleb and his Bertha away, that they might
comfort and console each other, as she knew they only
could, she presently came bouncing back, -- the saying
is, as fresh as any daisy; I say fresher -- to mount
guard over that bridling little piece of consequence
in the cap and gloves, and prevent the dear old crea-
ture from making discoveries.
'So bring me the precious Baby, Tilly,' said she
drawing a chair to the fire; 'and while I have it in
my lap, here's Mrs. Fielding, Tilly, will tell me all
about the management of Babies, and put me right
in twenty points where I'm as wrong as can be
Won't you, Mrs. Fielding~'
Not even the Welsh Giant, who according to the
popular expression, was so 'slow' as to perform a fatal
surgical operation upon himself, in emulation of a
juggling-trick achieved by his arch-enemy at break-
fast-time; not even he fell half so readily into the
snare prepared for him, as the old lady did into this
artful pitfall. The fact of Tackleton having walked
out; and furthermore, of two or three people having
been talking together at a distance, for two minutes,
leaving her to her own resources; was quite enough to
have put her on her dignity, and the bewailment of
that mysterious convulsion in the Indigo trade, for
four-and-twenty hours.
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