His little wife, being left alone, sobbed piteously;
but often dried her eyes and checked herself, to say
how good he was, how excellent he was ! and once
or twice she laughed; so heartlly, triumphantly, and
incoherently (still crying all the time), that Tilly
was quite horrified.
'Ow if you please don't!' said Tilly. 'It's enough
to dead and bury the Baby, so it is if you please.'
'Will you bring him sometimes to see his father,
Tilly,' inquired her mistress, drying her eyes; 'when
I can't live here, and have gone to my old home?'
'Ow if you please don't!' cried Tilly, throwing back
her head, and bursting out into a howl -- she looked
at the moment uncommonly like Boxer; 'Ow if you
please don't! Ow, what has everybody gone and
been and done with everybody, making everybody
else so wretched! Ow-w-w-w!'
The soft-hearted Slowboy trailed off at this junc-
ture, into such a deplorable howl, the more tremen-
dous from its long suppression, that she must infal-
libly have awakened the Baby, and frightened him
into something serious (probably convulsions), if her
eyes had not encountered Caleb Plummer, leading in
his daughter.
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