Miss Mowcher continuing all the time to shake her head (which was very much on one side), and to look into the air with one eye, and to wink with the other.
'Well, well!' she said, smiting her small knees, and rising, 'this is not business.

Come, Steerforth, let's explore the polar regions, and have it over.' She then selected two or three of the little instruments, and a little bottle, and asked (to my surprise) if the table would bear.

On Steerforth's replying in the affirmative, she pushed a chair against it, and begging the assistance of my hand, mounted up, pretty nimbly, to the top, as if it were a stage.
'If either of you saw my ankles,' she said, when she was safely elevated, 'say so, and I'll go home and destroy myself!' 'I did not,' said Steerforth.
'I did not,' said I.
'Well then,' cried Miss Mowcher,' I'll consent to live.

Now, ducky, ducky, ducky, come to Mrs.Bond and be killed.' This was an invocation to Steerforth to place himself under her hands; who, accordingly, sat himself down, with his back to the table, and his laughing face towards me, and submitted his head to her inspection, evidently for no other purpose than our entertainment.

To see Miss Mowcher standing over him, looking at his rich profusion of brown hair through a large round magnifying glass, which she took out of her pocket, was a most amazing spectacle.
'You're a pretty fellow!' said Miss Mowcher, after a brief inspection.
'You'd be as bald as a friar on the top of your head in twelve months, but for me.