But now you're a universal mistruster.

I never see a man so changed.' 'Never mind,' said Mr Codlin, with the air of a discontented philosopher.

'I know better now, and p'raps I'm sorry for it.' Turning over the figures in the box like one who knew and despised them, Mr Codlin drew one forth and held it up for the inspection of his friend: 'Look here; here's all this judy's clothes falling to pieces again.
You haven't got a needle and thread I suppose ?' The little man shook his head, and scratched it ruefully as he contemplated this severe indisposition of a principal performer.
Seeing that they were at a loss, the child said timidly: 'I have a needle, Sir, in my basket, and thread too.

Will you let me try to mend it for you?
I think I could do it neater than you could.' Even Mr Codlin had nothing to urge against a proposal so seasonable.
Nelly, kneeling down beside the box, was soon busily engaged in her task, and accomplishing it to a miracle.
While she was thus engaged, the merry little man looked at her with an interest which did not appear to be diminished when he glanced at her helpless companion.

When she had finished her work he thanked her, and inquired whither they were travelling.
'N--no further to-night, I think,' said the child, looking towards her grandfather.
'If you're wanting a place to stop at,' the man remarked, 'I should advise you to take up at the same house with us.