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Dickens, Charles

"The Cricket On The Hearth"

I have scared them all away. Be
gracious to me; let me join this happy party!'
He was at home in five minutes. You never saw
such a fellow. What had he been doing with himself
all his life, never to have known, before, his great ca-
pacity of being jovial! Or what had the fairies been
doing with him, to have effected such a change!
'John! you won't send me home this evening; will
you?' whispered Dot.
He had been very near it though!
There wanted but one living creature to make the
party complete; and, in the twinkling of an eye, there
he was, very thirsty with hard running, and engaged
in hopeless endeavours to squeeze his head into a nar-
row pitcher. He had gone with the cart to its jour-
ney's end, very much disgusted with the absence of his
master, and stupendously rebellious to the Deputy.
After lingering about the stable for some little time,
vainly attempting to incite the old horse to the muti-
nous act of returning on his own account, he had
walked into the tap-room and laid himself down be-
fore the fire. But suddenly yielding to the convic-
tion that the Deputy was a humbug, and must be
abandoned, he had got up again, turned tail, and
come home.


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