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These young fellows,' he added, turning to his daughter, "are always committing some folly or another. There was a quarrel between Joe Willet and old John last night -- though I can't say Joe was much in fault either. He'll be missing one of these mornings, and will have gone away upon some wild-goose errand, seeking his fortune. -- Why, what's the matter, Dolly? [1You]1 are making faces now. The girls are as bad as the boys every bit!'
"It's the tea,' said Dolly, turning alternately very red and very white, which is no doubt the effect of a slight scald -- " so very hot.'
Mr Tappertit looked immensely big at a quartern loaf on the table, and breathed hard.
"Is that all?' returned the locksmith. " Put some more milk in it.[dash]Yes, I am sorry for Joe, because he is a likely young fellow, and gains upon one every time one sees him. But he'll start off, you'll find. Indeed he told me as much himself!'
"Indeed!' cried Dolly in a faint voice. " In-deed!'
"Is the tea tickling your throat still, my dear?' said the locksmith.
But, before his daughter could make him any answer, she was taken with a troublesome cough, and it was such a very unpleasant cough, that, when she left off, the tears were starting in her bright eyes. The good-natured locksmith was still patting her on the back and applying such gentle restoratives, when a message arrived from Mrs Varden, making known to all whom it might concern, that she felt too much indisposed to rise after her great agitation and anxiety of the previous night; and therefore desired to be immediately accommodated with the little black tea-pot of strong mixed tea, a couple of rounds of buttered toast, a middling-sized dish of beef and ham cut thin, and the protestant Manual in two volumes post octavo. Like some other ladies who in remote ages flourished upon this globe, Mrs Varden was most devout when most ill-tempered. Whenever she and her husband were at unusual variance, then the Protestant Manual was in