I only stays to oblige Mr.St.John." It was, I think, chiefly in the way I had of thinking aloud that I said, more to myself than to her, "I'm sure I don't know what makes him keep you, you do it so very badly.

But perhaps you're respectable." The half-crown had been unexpected, and this blow fairly took away her breath.

Before her rage found words, we were gone.
I did not fail to call on Mr.and Mrs.Buckle.The shop looked just the same as when I was there with Mrs.Bundle.One would have said those were the very rolls of leather that used to stand near the door.
The good people were delighted to see me, and proud to be introduced to Mr.Andrewes and my tutor.

I had brought some little presents with me, both from myself and Nurse Bundle, which gave great satisfaction.
"And where is Jemima ?" I asked, as I sat nursing an imposing-looking parcel addressed to her, which was a large toilette pincushion made and ready furnished with pins for her by Mrs.Bundle herself.
"Now, did you ever!" cried Mrs.Buckle in her old style; "to think of the young gentleman's remembering our Jemima, and she married to Jim Espin the tinsmith this six months past." So to the tinsmith's I went, and Jemima was, as she expressed it, "that pleased she didn't know where to put herself," by my visit.

She presented me with a small tin lantern on which I had made some remark, and which pleased me well.