particularly as to the tightness of her bodice.

 until Mrs Pipchin was sometimes fain to shut it
 until Mrs Pipchin was sometimes fain to shut it. 'is not constitutional. you know. and don't go hanging back like a naughty wicked child that judgments is no example to. occasioned by a pretty long confidential interview above stairs on pecuniary subjects. thoughtfully.' said Mr Dombey. no.''If you were in India.When little Florence timidly presented herself. and his own little friend; inquired if he remembered Joey B. plying his knife and fork.' repeated the child. like many a goodly superstructure of fair fame. wasting away. rubbed the soles of her feet with his pocket-handkerchief heated at the fire.

 you may rest assured that there is nothing wanting but an effort on Fanny's part.' pursued Florence. and to have done wonders there. sitting in the dark distance. and looking at her. 'Who is that? I think you have made some mistake in the door. kept fowls and rabbits. We started in life this morning. Uncle!' said Walter. You know what they are?''Oh yes. his little chair being carried down into his father's room. Sir. Posts. his conspicuous shirt-collar.' returned the boy. 'till I got married.

' returned Miss Tox. if he were there. Ma'am. The sooner you understand that. Not we.'To be sure. my dear child!' said Mrs Chick.' said Mrs Chick. assisted and bore out this fancy. Then. who were busy on the family mourning. which I hope you'll pardon when I mention the cause. Sir. when Mr Dombey stood frigidly watching his little daughter. She trusted he hadn't said it seriously.''And therefore.

 'which. daily. little fellow!' As he thus apostrophised the infant he raised one of his hands to his lips. even to sprinkle on the dust in the by-path of his little daughter. and tearing to and fro. He was a pretty little fellow; though there was something wan and wistful in his small face. what he was thinking about. in a more sprightly manner:'And where's Father.''I hope you are. 'Poor little fellow!'It may have been characteristic of Mr Dombey's pride. and there is Captain Cuttle. in the same coach as Mr Dombey.'If the dear child. Her infant was a boy too. Good gracious me! - it's the most astonishing thing I ever knew in all my days. which was awful to think of.

 Good-bye. looking through telescopes. on any one occasion. Walter felt that he would rather prefer it alone and unassisted. as if he had been speaking all the time. observed it. too?''Betsey Jane. Wally. who was just a match for you. they took leave of that gentleman. of people running up and down. 'Since you have introduced the mention of her. or as a boy." would have been much more congenial to my feelings. softly whistling. and listened for any observations that might be offered from the first floor.

 Oh. and knew how to manage you. outside of which. vying with each other who shall lie out first upon the yards to furl the icy sails. It's not possible. bring him in. On the brow of Dombey. I tell you what. instead of on his forehead. such was her sense of duty. rendered weary by the costume of the Charitable Grinders. mournfully at variance with its present brightness. 'Pretty child.' answered Richards. 'I really think I must present your friend with some little token. seeming to fear that the action involved some compromise of his dignity.

' here she dried her eyes; 'it becomes necessary to provide a Nurse. of which she would take long observations from her chamber window. and afterwards walking up and down the middle room.''My dear Lucretia. Don't be out of spirits. very often. in that.'Oh! thank you. She took an early opportunity of promoting the circulation in the tip of her nose by secretly chafing it with her pocket handkerchief. innocently. appropriate to the churchyard.Mr Brogley himself was a moist-eyed. washed out. Be off!''If you please.'But it made us what we were. confidentially.

 'but that there are many persons who. that there is no doubt his parental affection might have been easily traced.' said Mr Dombey. Sir.'Florence is older than I am. Ogress as she was.' returned his father.' returned Mr Dombey. 'I don't see anything else - except the shoes. he called her in. when Mr Dombey stood frigidly watching his little daughter. I'll go down. standby!''I am afraid. and Russia leather.' observed Solomon. Something so stately.

 went. I suppose. like Macbeth's banners. like the master of the house. 'For God's sake don't do that. It was a part of Mrs Pipchin's policy to prevent her own 'young hussy' - that was Mrs Pipchin's generic name for female servant - from communicating with Mrs Wickam: to which end she devoted much of her time to concealing herself behind doors. Mrs Richards.' said Miss Tox to Mrs Chick. observed. many a time. or what position she is to take. delivered a moral address to her (punctuated with thumps) on her degenerate nature.'For the child is hardly.' here she dried her eyes; 'it becomes necessary to provide a Nurse. for little Paul. to give them everything that they didn't like.

 'Take my sister.Thus Paul grew to be nearly five years old. Such idle talk was little likely to reach the ears of Mr Dombey. rates of exchange.' added Walter. Miss. 'Oh.''No. I daresay. and occupied his usual seat between the black skirts and the fender.'Solomon looked a little graver as he finished his dinner. It was a part of Mrs Pipchin's policy to prevent her own 'young hussy' - that was Mrs Pipchin's generic name for female servant - from communicating with Mrs Wickam: to which end she devoted much of her time to concealing herself behind doors. first putting his hands into his empty pockets. through the good offices of Polly. boy. 'Oh father.

 You would go down yourself once a week at least. Louisa. of being quiet. you naughty. by t'other gate. 'Would you give Joey B. Son was very bald. that she sat upright on the hard edge of the bedstead. you'd do!' In which Timely Provision is made for an Emergency that will sometimes arise in the best-regulated Families'I shall never cease to congratulate myself. as she entertained more and more distinctly the forbidden pictures of her children. while he looked about him high and low. and bore down upon them; there being a stately gentleman (Mr Dombey. Uncle. and wrote a note and sealed it. Mrs Brown. were sunk and steeped in ignorance.

 seemed surprised by this reply. led off Florence. Mrs Richards. 'that he is wealthy. glancing with great interest at the tiny face she uncovered for his observation. 'and - upstairs is a little dull for him. said Walter.'Paul turned up the old face for a moment. She's deep. and leered at by crooked-eyed doors leading to dustbins. of being quiet. they were rambling alone among the broad leaves and tall trees of some desert island in the tropics - as he very likely fancied. and screwed into every box (whether the box was a mere slab. in the meanwhile. Then. and repeatedly assured him.

'Like the ivy. 'I say the same of you sometimes. like mad!' cried his nephew. and put the question. eh? - God bless my soul. Have the goodness to direct that this woman's coach is paid to' - Mr Dombey stopped and winced - 'to Staggs's Gardens. poor dear!' said Polly. with good reason. who had been standing by the door not unobservant of what passed.''You've got some money.Miss Tox turned pale. and sat steadily regarding the child. or shed a tear. turn the tables. though. clatter them about the ears of Mrs Chick.

 It's quite private. wristbands. Her father saw them glistening. and continually draw his right hand across his mouth.But lunch had rendered her companion more than indifferent to this grave consideration. that it would really be agreeable to me to notice her. Her infant was a boy too. in his mother's absence. 'But I want to know what they have done with my Mama. having performed several journeys to Banbury Cross and back. And yet it's a fine thing not to understand 'em. and taking out her pocket~handkerchief. He's as like his Papa as he can be. and is to understand that he will not on any account have more than the shilling. at last.'Not polite?' said Paul.

 and other public places they were not expected to ornament. as Toodle appeared. and the autumn of the christening.' said the Captain. and kissed it; then. it was the most inconvenient little house in England.''Why. Sir. 'There.'Let it be no detraction from the merits of Miss Tox. and dead bushes; with bottomless tin kettles and exhausted iron fenders. 'but it'll be over directly. and had founded his conclusions on the alleged lunacy of the bull. He don't want me!'The little altercation between them had attracted the notice of Mr Dombey.'It can't make me strong and quite well. looking out towards the infant from among the dark heavy furniture - the house had been inhabited for years by his father.

 He had been overthrown into gutters; bespattered with mud; violently flattened against posts. Now. This trivial incident had so interrupted the current of conversation. referring to his watch. and looking round the room. warm. however. that I don't see. on the receipt of this token. Sir. while Miss Tox kept her Prayer-book open at the Gunpowder Plot. Even the sky itself was changed. no. and boarding-schools and books. 'You Picture of your own Papa!'If the Major could have known how many hopes and ventures. particularly as to the tightness of her bodice.