There! we are all comfortable and composed again at last, and ready to be told how little Mary and the good friend who has been like a mother to her first met." Thus appealed to, Mrs.Peckover began her narrative; sometimes addressing it to the Doctor, sometimes to Mrs.Joyce, and sometimes to Valentine.

From beginning to end, she was only interrupted at rare intervals by a word of encouragement, or sympathy, or surprise, from her audience.

Even Mr.Blyth sat most uncharacteristically still and silent; his expression alone showing the varying influences of the story on him, from its strange commencement to its melancholy close.
"It's better than ten years ago, sir," began the clown's wife, speaking first to Doctor Joyce, "since my little Tommy was born; he being now, if you please, at school and costing nothing, through a presentation, as they call it I think, which was given us by a kind patron to my husband.
Some time after I had got well over my confinement, I was out one afternoon taking a walk with baby and Jemmy; which last is my husband, ma'am.

We were at Bangbury, then, just putting up the circus: it was a fine large neighborhood, and we hoped to do good business there.

Jemmy and me and the baby went out into the fields, and enjoyed ourselves very much; it being such nice warm spring weather, though it was March at the time.