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I ENLARGE MY CIRCLE OF ACQUAINTANCE.
I HAD led this life about a month, when the man with the wooden leg began to stump about with a mop and a bucket of water, from which I inferred that preparations were making to receive Mr.Creakle and the boys.

I was not mistaken; for the mop came into the schoolroom before long, and turned out Mr.Mell and me, who lived where we could, and got on how we could, for some days, during which we were always in the way of two or three young women, who had rarely shown themselves before, and were so continually in the midst of dust that I sneezed almost as much as if Salem House had been a great snuff-box.
One day I was informed by Mr.Mell that Mr.Creakle would be home that evening.

In the evening, after tea, I heard that he was come.

Before bedtime, I was fetched by the man with the wooden leg to appear before him.
Mr.Creakle's part of the house was a good deal more comfortable than ours, and he had a snug bit of garden that looked pleasant after the dusty playground, which was such a desert in miniature, that I thought no one but a camel, or a dromedary, could have felt at home in it.