One of these flaws was, that having been long taught by his father to over-reach everybody, he had imperceptibly acquired a love of over-reaching that venerable monitor himself.
The other, that from his early habits of considering everything as a question of property, he had gradually come to look, with impatience, on his parent as a certain amount of personal estate, which had no right whatever to be going at large, but ought to be secured in that particular description of iron safe which is commonly called a coffin, and banked in the grave.
'Well, cousin!' said Mr Jonas--'Because we ARE cousins, you know, a few times removed--so you're going to London ?' Miss Mercy replied in the affirmative, pinching her sister's arm at the same time, and giggling excessively.
'Lots of beaux in London, cousin!' said Mr Jonas, slightly advancing his elbow.
'Indeed, sir!' cried the young lady.

'They won't hurt us, sir, I dare say.' And having given him this answer with great demureness she was so overcome by her own humour, that she was fain to stifle her merriment in her sister's shawl.
'Merry,' cried that more prudent damsel, 'really I am ashamed of you.
How can you go on so?
You wild thing!' At which Miss Merry only laughed the more, of course.
'I saw a wildness in her eye, t'other day,' said Mr Jonas, addressing Charity.

'But you're the one to sit solemn! I say--You were regularly prim, cousin!' 'Oh! The old-fashioned fright!' cried Merry, in a whisper.

'Cherry my dear, upon my word you must sit next him.

I shall die outright if he talks to me any more; I shall, positively!' To prevent which fatal consequence, the buoyant creature skipped out of her seat as she spoke, and squeezed her sister into the place from which she had risen.
'Don't mind crowding me,' cried Mr Jonas.