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Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870

"The Cricket on the Hearth"

It was the most
complete, unmitigated, soul-fraught little piece of earnestness
that ever you beheld in all your days.
You maybe sure the Carrier was in a state of perfect rapture; and
you may be sure Dot was likewise; and you may be sure they all
were, inclusive of Miss Slowboy, who wept copiously for joy, and
wishing to include her young charge in the general interchange of
congratulations, handed round the Baby to everybody in succession,
as if it were something to drink.
But, now, the sound of wheels was heard again outside the door; and
somebody exclaimed that Gruff and Tackleton was coming back.
Speedily that worthy gentleman appeared, looking warm and
flustered.
'Why, what the Devil's this, John Peerybingle!' said Tackleton.
'There's some mistake. I appointed Mrs. Tackleton to meet me at
the church, and I'll swear I passed her on the road, on her way
here. Oh! here she is! I beg your pardon, sir; I haven't the
pleasure of knowing you; but if you can do me the favour to spare
this young lady, she has rather a particular engagement this
morning.


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