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Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870

"The Cricket on the Hearth"

I have not
so much as a Cricket on my 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 capacity 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 narrow pitcher. He had gone with the cart to its
journey'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 mutinous act of returning on his own account, he
had walked into the tap-room and laid himself down before the fire.


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