Don't you think we might do something for her?
Have her to live with us?
Or something of that sort ?' 'Ne-ver once thought of the way of doing it!' cried Mr Boffin, smiting the table in his admiration.

'What a thinking steam-ingein this old lady is.

And she don't know how she does it.

Neither does the ingein!' Mrs Boffin pulled his nearest ear, in acknowledgment of this piece of philosophy, and then said, gradually toning down to a motherly strain: 'Last, and not least, I have taken a fancy.

You remember dear little John Harmon, before he went to school?
Over yonder across the yard, at our fire?
Now that he is past all benefit of the money, and it's come to us, I should like to find some orphan child, and take the boy and adopt him and give him John's name, and provide for him.