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So
she
called
him
guardian
,
and
has
called
him
guardian
ever
since
.
The
children
know
him
by
no
other
name
.
I
say
the
children
;
I
have
two
little
daughters
.
It
is
difficult
to
believe
that
Charley
(
round
-
eyed
still
,
and
not
at
all
grammatical
)
is
married
to
a
miller
in
our
neighbourhood
;
yet
so
it
is
;
and
even
now
,
looking
up
from
my
desk
as
I
write
early
in
the
morning
at
my
summer
window
,
I
see
the
very
mill
beginning
to
go
round
.
I
hope
the
miller
will
not
spoil
Charley
;
but
he
is
very
fond
of
her
,
and
Charley
is
rather
vain
of
such
a
match
,
for
he
is
well
to
do
and
was
in
great
request
.
So
far
as
my
small
maid
is
concerned
,
I
might
suppose
time
to
have
stood
for
seven
years
as
still
as
the
mill
did
half
an
hour
ago
,
since
little
Emma
,
Charley
’
s
sister
,
is
exactly
what
Charley
used
to
be
.
As
to
Tom
,
Charley
’
s
brother
,
I
am
really
afraid
to
say
what
he
did
at
school
in
ciphering
,
but
I
think
it
was
decimals
.
He
is
apprenticed
to
the
miller
,
whatever
it
was
,
and
is
a
good
bashful
fellow
,
always
falling
in
love
with
somebody
and
being
ashamed
of
it
.
Caddy
Jellyby
passed
her
very
last
holidays
with
us
and
was
a
dearer
creature
than
ever
,
perpetually
dancing
in
and
out
of
the
house
with
the
children
as
if
she
had
never
given
a
dancing
-
lesson
in
her
life
.
Caddy
keeps
her
own
little
carriage
now
instead
of
hiring
one
,
and
lives
full
two
miles
further
westward
than
Newman
Street
.
She
works
very
hard
,
her
husband
(
an
excellent
one
)
being
lame
and
able
to
do
very
little
.
Still
,
she
is
more
than
contented
and
does
all
she
has
to
do
with
all
her
heart
.
Mr
.
Jellyby
spends
his
evenings
at
her
new
house
with
his
head
against
the
wall
as
he
used
to
do
in
her
old
one
.
I
have
heard
that
Mrs
.
Jellyby
was
understood
to
suffer
great
mortification
from
her
daughter
’
s
ignoble
marriage
and
pursuits
,
but
I
hope
she
got
over
it
in
time
.
She
has
been
disappointed
in
Borrioboola
-
Gha
,
which
turned
out
a
failure
in
consequence
of
the
king
of
Borrioboola
wanting
to
sell
everybody
—
who
survived
the
climate
—
for
rum
,
but
she
has
taken
up
with
the
rights
of
women
to
sit
in
Parliament
,
and
Caddy
tells
me
it
is
a
mission
involving
more
correspondence
than
the
old
one
.
I
had
almost
forgotten
Caddy
’
s
poor
little
girl
.
She
is
not
such
a
mite
now
,
but
she
is
deaf
and
dumb
.
I
believe
there
never
was
a
better
mother
than
Caddy
,
who
learns
,
in
her
scanty
intervals
of
leisure
,
innumerable
deaf
and
dumb
arts
to
soften
the
affliction
of
her
child
.
As
if
I
were
never
to
have
done
with
Caddy
,
I
am
reminded
here
of
Peepy
and
old
Mr
.
Turveydrop
.
Peepy
is
in
the
Custom
House
,
and
doing
extremely
well
.
Old
Mr
.
Turveydrop
,
very
apoplectic
,
still
exhibits
his
deportment
about
town
,
still
enjoys
himself
in
the
old
manner
,
is
still
believed
in
in
the
old
way
.
He
is
constant
in
his
patronage
of
Peepy
and
is
understood
to
have
bequeathed
him
a
favourite
French
clock
in
his
dressing
-
room
—
which
is
not
his
property
.
With
the
first
money
we
saved
at
home
,
we
added
to
our
pretty
house
by
throwing
out
a
little
growlery
expressly
for
my
guardian
,
which
we
inaugurated
with
great
splendour
the
next
time
he
came
down
to
see
us
.
I
try
to
write
all
this
lightly
,
because
my
heart
is
full
in
drawing
to
an
end
,
but
when
I
write
of
him
,
my
tears
will
have
their
way
.
I
never
look
at
him
but
I
hear
our
poor
dear
Richard
calling
him
a
good
man
.
To
Ada
and
her
pretty
boy
,
he
is
the
fondest
father
;
to
me
he
is
what
he
has
ever
been
,
and
what
name
can
I
give
to
that
?
He
is
my
husband
’
s
best
and
dearest
friend
,
he
is
our
children
’
s
darling
,
he
is
the
object
of
our
deepest
love
and
veneration
.
Yet
while
I
feel
towards
him
as
if
he
were
a
superior
being
,
I
am
so
familiar
with
him
and
so
easy
with
him
that
I
almost
wonder
at
myself
.
I
have
never
lost
my
old
names
,
nor
has
he
lost
his
;
nor
do
I
ever
,
when
he
is
with
us
,
sit
in
any
other
place
than
in
my
old
chair
at
his
side
,
Dame
Trot
,
Dame
Durden
,
Little
Woman
—
all
just
the
same
as
ever
;
and
I
answer
,
"
Yes
,
dear
guardian
!
"
just
the
same
.
I
have
never
known
the
wind
to
be
in
the
east
for
a
single
moment
since
the
day
when
he
took
me
to
the
porch
to
read
the
name
.
I
remarked
to
him
once
that
the
wind
seemed
never
in
the
east
now
,
and
he
said
,
no
,
truly
;
it
had
finally
departed
from
that
quarter
on
that
very
day
.
I
think
my
darling
girl
is
more
beautiful
than
ever
.
The
sorrow
that
has
been
in
her
face
—
for
it
is
not
there
now
—
seems
to
have
purified
even
its
innocent
expression
and
to
have
given
it
a
diviner
quality
.
Sometimes
when
I
raise
my
eyes
and
see
her
in
the
black
dress
that
she
still
wears
,
teaching
my
Richard
,
I
feel
—
it
is
difficult
to
express
—
as
if
it
were
so
good
to
know
that
she
remembers
her
dear
Esther
in
her
prayers
.
I
call
him
my
Richard
!
But
he
says
that
he
has
two
mamas
,
and
I
am
one
.
We
are
not
rich
in
the
bank
,
but
we
have
always
prospered
,
and
we
have
quite
enough
.
I
never
walk
out
with
my
husband
but
I
hear
the
people
bless
him
.
I
never
go
into
a
house
of
any
degree
but
I
hear
his
praises
or
see
them
in
grateful
eyes
.
I
never
lie
down
at
night
but
I
know
that
in
the
course
of
that
day
he
has
alleviated
pain
and
soothed
some
fellow
-
creature
in
the
time
of
need
.
I
know
that
from
the
beds
of
those
who
were
past
recovery
,
thanks
have
often
,
often
gone
up
,
in
the
last
hour
,
for
his
patient
ministration
.
Is
not
this
to
be
rich
?
The
people
even
praise
me
as
the
doctor
’
s
wife
.
The
people
even
like
me
as
I
go
about
,
and
make
so
much
of
me
that
I
am
quite
abashed
.
I
owe
it
all
to
him
,
my
love
,
my
pride
!
They
like
me
for
his
sake
,
as
I
do
everything
I
do
in
life
for
his
sake
.
A
night
or
two
ago
,
after
bustling
about
preparing
for
my
darling
and
my
guardian
and
little
Richard
,
who
are
coming
to
-
morrow
,
I
was
sitting
out
in
the
porch
of
all
places
,
that
dearly
memorable
porch
,
when
Allan
came
home
.
So
he
said
,
"
My
precious
little
woman
,
what
are
you
doing
here
?
"
And
I
said
,
"
The
moon
is
shining
so
brightly
,
Allan
,
and
the
night
is
so
delicious
,
that
I
have
been
sitting
here
thinking
.
"
"
What
have
you
been
thinking
about
,
my
dear
?
"
said
Allan
then
.
"
How
curious
you
are
!
"
said
I
.
"
I
am
almost
ashamed
to
tell
you
,
but
I
will
.
I
have
been
thinking
about
my
old
looks
—
such
as
they
were
.
"
"
And
what
have
you
been
thinking
about
THEM
,
my
busy
bee
?
"
said
Allan
"
I
have
been
thinking
that
I
thought
it
was
impossible
that
you
COULD
have
loved
me
any
better
,
even
if
I
had
retained
them
.
"
"
’
Such
as
they
were
’
?
"
said
Allan
,
laughing
.
"
Such
as
they
were
,
of
course
.
"
"
My
dear
Dame
Durden
,
"
said
Allan
,
drawing
my
arm
through
his
,
"
do
you
ever
look
in
the
glass
?
"
"
You
know
I
do
;
you
see
me
do
it
.
"
"
And
don
’
t
you
know
that
you
are
prettier
than
you
ever
were
?
"
"
I
did
not
know
that
;
I
am
not
certain
that
I
know
it
now
.
But
I
know
that
my
dearest
little
pets
are
very
pretty
,
and
that
my
darling
is
very
beautiful
,
and
that
my
husband
is
very
handsome
,
and
that
my
guardian
has
the
brightest
and
most
benevolent
face
that
ever
was
seen
,
and
that
they
can
very
well
do
without
much
beauty
in
me
—
even
supposing
—
.
"