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She
was
clumsy
enough
with
her
needle
,
poor
girl
,
and
pricked
her
fingers
as
much
as
she
had
been
used
to
ink
them
.
She
could
not
help
reddening
a
little
now
and
then
,
partly
with
the
smart
and
partly
with
vexation
at
being
able
to
do
no
better
,
but
she
soon
got
over
that
and
began
to
improve
rapidly
.
So
day
after
day
she
,
and
my
darling
,
and
my
little
maid
Charley
,
and
a
milliner
out
of
the
town
,
and
I
,
sat
hard
at
work
,
as
pleasantly
as
possible
.
Over
and
above
this
,
Caddy
was
very
anxious
"
to
learn
housekeeping
,
"
as
she
said
.
Now
,
mercy
upon
us
!
The
idea
of
her
learning
housekeeping
of
a
person
of
my
vast
experience
was
such
a
joke
that
I
laughed
,
and
coloured
up
,
and
fell
into
a
comical
confusion
when
she
proposed
it
.
However
,
I
said
,
"
Caddy
,
I
am
sure
you
are
very
welcome
to
learn
anything
that
you
can
learn
of
ME
,
my
dear
,
"
and
I
showed
her
all
my
books
and
methods
and
all
my
fidgety
ways
.
You
would
have
supposed
that
I
was
showing
her
some
wonderful
inventions
,
by
her
study
of
them
;
and
if
you
had
seen
her
,
whenever
I
jingled
my
housekeeping
keys
,
get
up
and
attend
me
,
certainly
you
might
have
thought
that
there
never
was
a
greater
imposter
than
I
with
a
blinder
follower
than
Caddy
Jellyby
.
So
what
with
working
and
housekeeping
,
and
lessons
to
Charley
,
and
backgammon
in
the
evening
with
my
guardian
,
and
duets
with
Ada
,
the
three
weeks
slipped
fast
away
.
Then
I
went
home
with
Caddy
to
see
what
could
be
done
there
,
and
Ada
and
Charley
remained
behind
to
take
care
of
my
guardian
.
When
I
say
I
went
home
with
Caddy
,
I
mean
to
the
furnished
lodging
in
Hatton
Garden
.
We
went
to
Newman
Street
two
or
three
times
,
where
preparations
were
in
progress
too
—
a
good
many
,
I
observed
,
for
enhancing
the
comforts
of
old
Mr
.
Turveydrop
,
and
a
few
for
putting
the
newly
married
couple
away
cheaply
at
the
top
of
the
house
—
but
our
great
point
was
to
make
the
furnished
lodging
decent
for
the
wedding
-
breakfast
and
to
imbue
Mrs
.
Jellyby
beforehand
with
some
faint
sense
of
the
occasion
.
The
latter
was
the
more
difficult
thing
of
the
two
because
Mrs
.
Jellyby
and
an
unwholesome
boy
occupied
the
front
sitting
-
room
(
the
back
one
was
a
mere
closet
)
,
and
it
was
littered
down
with
waste
-
paper
and
Borrioboolan
documents
,
as
an
untidy
stable
might
be
littered
with
straw
.
Mrs
.
Jellyby
sat
there
all
day
drinking
strong
coffee
,
dictating
,
and
holding
Borrioboolan
interviews
by
appointment
.
The
unwholesome
boy
,
who
seemed
to
me
to
be
going
into
a
decline
,
took
his
meals
out
of
the
house
.
When
Mr
.
Jellyby
came
home
,
he
usually
groaned
and
went
down
into
the
kitchen
.
There
he
got
something
to
eat
if
the
servant
would
give
him
anything
,
and
then
,
feeling
that
he
was
in
the
way
,
went
out
and
walked
about
Hatton
Garden
in
the
wet
.
The
poor
children
scrambled
up
and
tumbled
down
the
house
as
they
had
always
been
accustomed
to
do
.
The
production
of
these
devoted
little
sacrifices
in
any
presentable
condition
being
quite
out
of
the
question
at
a
week
’
s
notice
,
I
proposed
to
Caddy
that
we
should
make
them
as
happy
as
we
could
on
her
marriage
morning
in
the
attic
where
they
all
slept
,
and
should
confine
our
greatest
efforts
to
her
mama
and
her
mama
’
s
room
,
and
a
clean
breakfast
.
In
truth
Mrs
.
Jellyby
required
a
good
deal
of
attention
,
the
lattice
-
work
up
her
back
having
widened
considerably
since
I
first
knew
her
and
her
hair
looking
like
the
mane
of
a
dustman
’
s
horse
.
Thinking
that
the
display
of
Caddy
’
s
wardrobe
would
be
the
best
means
of
approaching
the
subject
,
I
invited
Mrs
.
Jellyby
to
come
and
look
at
it
spread
out
on
Caddy
’
s
bed
in
the
evening
after
the
unwholesome
boy
was
gone
.
"
My
dear
Miss
Summerson
,
"
said
she
,
rising
from
her
desk
with
her
usual
sweetness
of
temper
,
"
these
are
really
ridiculous
preparations
,
though
your
assisting
them
is
a
proof
of
your
kindness
.
There
is
something
so
inexpressibly
absurd
to
me
in
the
idea
of
Caddy
being
married
!
Oh
,
Caddy
,
you
silly
,
silly
,
silly
puss
!
"
She
came
upstairs
with
us
notwithstanding
and
looked
at
the
clothes
in
her
customary
far
-
off
manner
.
They
suggested
one
distinct
idea
to
her
,
for
she
said
with
her
placid
smile
,
and
shaking
her
head
,
"
My
good
Miss
Summerson
,
at
half
the
cost
,
this
weak
child
might
have
been
equipped
for
Africa
!
"
On
our
going
downstairs
again
,
Mrs
.
Jellyby
asked
me
whether
this
troublesome
business
was
really
to
take
place
next
Wednesday
.
And
on
my
replying
yes
,
she
said
,
"
Will
my
room
be
required
,
my
dear
Miss
Summerson
?
For
it
’
s
quite
impossible
that
I
can
put
my
papers
away
.
"
I
took
the
liberty
of
saying
that
the
room
would
certainly
be
wanted
and
that
I
thought
we
must
put
the
papers
away
somewhere
.
"
Well
,
my
dear
Miss
Summerson
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Jellyby
,
"
you
know
best
,
I
dare
say
.
But
by
obliging
me
to
employ
a
boy
,
Caddy
has
embarrassed
me
to
that
extent
,
overwhelmed
as
I
am
with
public
business
,
that
I
don
’
t
know
which
way
to
turn
.
We
have
a
Ramification
meeting
,
too
,
on
Wednesday
afternoon
,
and
the
inconvenience
is
very
serious
.
"
"
It
is
not
likely
to
occur
again
,
"
said
I
,
smiling
.
"
Caddy
will
be
married
but
once
,
probably
.
"
"
That
’
s
true
,
"
Mrs
.
Jellyby
replied
;
"
that
’
s
true
,
my
dear
.
I
suppose
we
must
make
the
best
of
it
!
"
The
next
question
was
how
Mrs
.
Jellyby
should
be
dressed
on
the
occasion
.
I
thought
it
very
curious
to
see
her
looking
on
serenely
from
her
writing
-
table
while
Caddy
and
I
discussed
it
,
occasionally
shaking
her
head
at
us
with
a
half
-
reproachful
smile
like
a
superior
spirit
who
could
just
bear
with
our
trifling
.
The
state
in
which
her
dresses
were
,
and
the
extraordinary
confusion
in
which
she
kept
them
,
added
not
a
little
to
our
difficulty
;
but
at
length
we
devised
something
not
very
unlike
what
a
common
-
place
mother
might
wear
on
such
an
occasion
.
The
abstracted
manner
in
which
Mrs
.
Jellyby
would
deliver
herself
up
to
having
this
attire
tried
on
by
the
dressmaker
,
and
the
sweetness
with
which
she
would
then
observe
to
me
how
sorry
she
was
that
I
had
not
turned
my
thoughts
to
Africa
,
were
consistent
with
the
rest
of
her
behaviour
.
The
lodging
was
rather
confined
as
to
space
,
but
I
fancied
that
if
Mrs
.
Jellyby
’
s
household
had
been
the
only
lodgers
in
Saint
Paul
’
s
or
Saint
Peter
’
s
,
the
sole
advantage
they
would
have
found
in
the
size
of
the
building
would
have
been
its
affording
a
great
deal
of
room
to
be
dirty
in
.
I
believe
that
nothing
belonging
to
the
family
which
it
had
been
possible
to
break
was
unbroken
at
the
time
of
those
preparations
for
Caddy
’
s
marriage
,
that
nothing
which
it
had
been
possible
to
spoil
in
any
way
was
unspoilt
,
and
that
no
domestic
object
which
was
capable
of
collecting
dirt
,
from
a
dear
child
’
s
knee
to
the
door
-
plate
,
was
without
as
much
dirt
as
could
well
accumulate
upon
it
.
Poor
Mr
.
Jellyby
,
who
very
seldom
spoke
and
almost
always
sat
when
he
was
at
home
with
his
head
against
the
wall
,
became
interested
when
he
saw
that
Caddy
and
I
were
attempting
to
establish
some
order
among
all
this
waste
and
ruin
and
took
off
his
coat
to
help
.
But
such
wonderful
things
came
tumbling
out
of
the
closets
when
they
were
opened
—
bits
of
mouldy
pie
,
sour
bottles
,
Mrs
.
Jellyby
’
s
caps
,
letters
,
tea
,
forks
,
odd
boots
and
shoes
of
children
,
firewood
,
wafers
,
saucepan
-
lids
,
damp
sugar
in
odds
and
ends
of
paper
bags
,
footstools
,
blacklead
brushes
,
bread
,
Mrs
.
Jellyby
’
s
bonnets
,
books
with
butter
sticking
to
the
binding
,
guttered
candle
ends
put
out
by
being
turned
upside
down
in
broken
candlesticks
,
nutshells
,
heads
and
tails
of
shrimps
,
dinner
-
mats
,
gloves
,
coffee
-
grounds
,
umbrellas
—
that
he
looked
frightened
,
and
left
off
again
.
But
he
came
regularly
every
evening
and
sat
without
his
coat
,
with
his
head
against
the
wall
,
as
though
he
would
have
helped
us
if
he
had
known
how
.
"
Poor
Pa
!
"
said
Caddy
to
me
on
the
night
before
the
great
day
,
when
we
really
had
got
things
a
little
to
rights
.
"
It
seems
unkind
to
leave
him
,
Esther
.
But
what
could
I
do
if
I
stayed
!
Since
I
first
knew
you
,
I
have
tidied
and
tidied
over
and
over
again
,
but
it
’
s
useless
.
Ma
and
Africa
,
together
,
upset
the
whole
house
directly
.
We
never
have
a
servant
who
don
’
t
drink
.
Ma
’
s
ruinous
to
everything
.
"
Mr
.
Jellyby
could
not
hear
what
she
said
,
but
he
seemed
very
low
indeed
and
shed
tears
,
I
thought
.
"
My
heart
aches
for
him
;
that
it
does
!
"
sobbed
Caddy
.
"
I
can
’
t
help
thinking
to
-
night
,
Esther
,
how
dearly
I
hope
to
be
happy
with
Prince
,
and
how
dearly
Pa
hoped
,
I
dare
say
,
to
be
happy
with
Ma
.
What
a
disappointed
life
!
"
"
My
dear
Caddy
!
"
said
Mr
.
Jellyby
,
looking
slowly
round
from
the
wail
.
It
was
the
first
time
,
I
think
,
I
ever
heard
him
say
three
words
together
.
"
Yes
,
Pa
!
"
cried
Caddy
,
going
to
him
and
embracing
him
affectionately
.
"
My
dear
Caddy
,
"
said
Mr
.
Jellyby
.
"
Never
have
—
"
"
Not
Prince
,
Pa
?
"
faltered
Caddy
.
"
Not
have
Prince
?
"
"
Yes
,
my
dear
,
"
said
Mr
.
Jellyby
.
"
Have
him
,
certainly
.
But
,
never
have
—
"
I
mentioned
in
my
account
of
our
first
visit
in
Thavies
Inn
that
Richard
described
Mr
.
Jellyby
as
frequently
opening
his
mouth
after
dinner
without
saying
anything
.
It
was
a
habit
of
his
.
He
opened
his
mouth
now
a
great
many
times
and
shook
his
head
in
a
melancholy
manner
.
"
What
do
you
wish
me
not
to
have
?
Don
’
t
have
what
,
dear
Pa
?
"
asked
Caddy
,
coaxing
him
,
with
her
arms
round
his
neck
.
"
Never
have
a
mission
,
my
dear
child
.
"
Mr
.
Jellyby
groaned
and
laid
his
head
against
the
wall
again
,
and
this
was
the
only
time
I
ever
heard
him
make
any
approach
to
expressing
his
sentiments
on
the
Borrioboolan
question
.
I
suppose
he
had
been
more
talkative
and
lively
once
,
but
he
seemed
to
have
been
completely
exhausted
long
before
I
knew
him
.
I
thought
Mrs
.
Jellyby
never
would
have
left
off
serenely
looking
over
her
papers
and
drinking
coffee
that
night
.
It
was
twelve
o
’
clock
before
we
could
obtain
possession
of
the
room
,
and
the
clearance
it
required
then
was
so
discouraging
that
Caddy
,
who
was
almost
tired
out
,
sat
down
in
the
middle
of
the
dust
and
cried
.
But
she
soon
cheered
up
,
and
we
did
wonders
with
it
before
we
went
to
bed
.
In
the
morning
it
looked
,
by
the
aid
of
a
few
flowers
and
a
quantity
of
soap
and
water
and
a
little
arrangement
,
quite
gay
.
The
plain
breakfast
made
a
cheerful
show
,
and
Caddy
was
perfectly
charming
.
But
when
my
darling
came
,
I
thought
—
and
I
think
now
—
that
I
never
had
seen
such
a
dear
face
as
my
beautiful
pet
’
s
.
We
made
a
little
feast
for
the
children
upstairs
,
and
we
put
Peepy
at
the
head
of
the
table
,
and
we
showed
them
Caddy
in
her
bridal
dress
,
and
they
clapped
their
hands
and
hurrahed
,
and
Caddy
cried
to
think
that
she
was
going
away
from
them
and
hugged
them
over
and
over
again
until
we
brought
Prince
up
to
fetch
her
away
—
when
,
I
am
sorry
to
say
,
Peepy
bit
him
.
Then
there
was
old
Mr
.
Turveydrop
downstairs
,
in
a
state
of
deportment
not
to
be
expressed
,
benignly
blessing
Caddy
and
giving
my
guardian
to
understand
that
his
son
’
s
happiness
was
his
own
parental
work
and
that
he
sacrificed
personal
considerations
to
ensure
it
.
"
My
dear
sir
,
"
said
Mr
.
Turveydrop
,
"
these
young
people
will
live
with
me
;
my
house
is
large
enough
for
their
accommodation
,
and
they
shall
not
want
the
shelter
of
my
roof
.
I
could
have
wished
—
you
will
understand
the
allusion
,
Mr
.
Jarndyce
,
for
you
remember
my
illustrious
patron
the
Prince
Regent
—
I
could
have
wished
that
my
son
had
married
into
a
family
where
there
was
more
deportment
,
but
the
will
of
heaven
be
done
!
"
Mr
.
and
Mrs
.
Pardiggle
were
of
the
party
—
Mr
.
Pardiggle
,
an
obstinate
-
looking
man
with
a
large
waistcoat
and
stubbly
hair
,
who
was
always
talking
in
a
loud
bass
voice
about
his
mite
,
or
Mrs
.
Pardiggle
’
s
mite
,
or
their
five
boys
’
mites
.
Mr
.
Quale
,
with
his
hair
brushed
back
as
usual
and
his
knobs
of
temples
shining
very
much
,
was
also
there
,
not
in
the
character
of
a
disappointed
lover
,
but
as
the
accepted
of
a
young
—
at
least
,
an
unmarried
—
lady
,
a
Miss
Wisk
,
who
was
also
there
.
Miss
Wisk
’
s
mission
,
my
guardian
said
,
was
to
show
the
world
that
woman
’
s
mission
was
man
’
s
mission
and
that
the
only
genuine
mission
of
both
man
and
woman
was
to
be
always
moving
declaratory
resolutions
about
things
in
general
at
public
meetings
.
The
guests
were
few
,
but
were
,
as
one
might
expect
at
Mrs
.
Jellyby
’
s
,
all
devoted
to
public
objects
only
.
Besides
those
I
have
mentioned
,
there
was
an
extremely
dirty
lady
with
her
bonnet
all
awry
and
the
ticketed
price
of
her
dress
still
sticking
on
it
,
whose
neglected
home
,
Caddy
told
me
,
was
like
a
filthy
wilderness
,
but
whose
church
was
like
a
fancy
fair
.
A
very
contentious
gentleman
,
who
said
it
was
his
mission
to
be
everybody
’
s
brother
but
who
appeared
to
be
on
terms
of
coolness
with
the
whole
of
his
large
family
,
completed
the
party
.
A
party
,
having
less
in
common
with
such
an
occasion
,
could
hardly
have
been
got
together
by
any
ingenuity
.
Such
a
mean
mission
as
the
domestic
mission
was
the
very
last
thing
to
be
endured
among
them
;
indeed
,
Miss
Wisk
informed
us
,
with
great
indignation
,
before
we
sat
down
to
breakfast
,
that
the
idea
of
woman
’
s
mission
lying
chiefly
in
the
narrow
sphere
of
home
was
an
outrageous
slander
on
the
part
of
her
tyrant
,
man
.
One
other
singularity
was
that
nobody
with
a
mission
—
except
Mr
.
Quale
,
whose
mission
,
as
I
think
I
have
formerly
said
,
was
to
be
in
ecstasies
with
everybody
’
s
mission
—
cared
at
all
for
anybody
’
s
mission
.
Mrs
.
Pardiggle
being
as
clear
that
the
only
one
infallible
course
was
her
course
of
pouncing
upon
the
poor
and
applying
benevolence
to
them
like
a
strait
-
waistcoat
;
as
Miss
Wisk
was
that
the
only
practical
thing
for
the
world
was
the
emancipation
of
woman
from
the
thraldom
of
her
tyrant
,
man
.
Mrs
.
Jellyby
,
all
the
while
,
sat
smiling
at
the
limited
vision
that
could
see
anything
but
Borrioboola
-
Gha
.
But
I
am
anticipating
now
the
purport
of
our
conversation
on
the
ride
home
instead
of
first
marrying
Caddy
.
We
all
went
to
church
,
and
Mr
.
Jellyby
gave
her
away
.
Of
the
air
with
which
old
Mr
.
Turveydrop
,
with
his
hat
under
his
left
arm
(
the
inside
presented
at
the
clergyman
like
a
cannon
)
and
his
eyes
creasing
themselves
up
into
his
wig
,
stood
stiff
and
high
-
shouldered
behind
us
bridesmaids
during
the
ceremony
,
and
afterwards
saluted
us
,
I
could
never
say
enough
to
do
it
justice
.
Miss
Wisk
,
whom
I
cannot
report
as
prepossessing
in
appearance
,
and
whose
manner
was
grim
,
listened
to
the
proceedings
,
as
part
of
woman
’
s
wrongs
,
with
a
disdainful
face
.
Mrs
.
Jellyby
,
with
her
calm
smile
and
her
bright
eyes
,
looked
the
least
concerned
of
all
the
company
.
We
duly
came
back
to
breakfast
,
and
Mrs
.
Jellyby
sat
at
the
head
of
the
table
and
Mr
.
Jellyby
at
the
foot
.
Caddy
had
previously
stolen
upstairs
to
hug
the
children
again
and
tell
them
that
her
name
was
Turveydrop
.
But
this
piece
of
information
,
instead
of
being
an
agreeable
surprise
to
Peepy
,
threw
him
on
his
back
in
such
transports
of
kicking
grief
that
I
could
do
nothing
on
being
sent
for
but
accede
to
the
proposal
that
he
should
be
admitted
to
the
breakfast
table
.
So
he
came
down
and
sat
in
my
lap
;
and
Mrs
.
Jellyby
,
after
saying
,
in
reference
to
the
state
of
his
pinafore
,
"
Oh
,
you
naughty
Peepy
,
what
a
shocking
little
pig
you
are
!
"
was
not
at
all
discomposed
.
He
was
very
good
except
that
he
brought
down
Noah
with
him
(
out
of
an
ark
I
had
given
him
before
we
went
to
church
)
and
WOULD
dip
him
head
first
into
the
wine
-
glasses
and
then
put
him
in
his
mouth
.
My
guardian
,
with
his
sweet
temper
and
his
quick
perception
and
his
amiable
face
,
made
something
agreeable
even
out
of
the
ungenial
company
.
None
of
them
seemed
able
to
talk
about
anything
but
his
,
or
her
,
own
one
subject
,
and
none
of
them
seemed
able
to
talk
about
even
that
as
part
of
a
world
in
which
there
was
anything
else
;
but
my
guardian
turned
it
all
to
the
merry
encouragement
of
Caddy
and
the
honour
of
the
occasion
,
and
brought
us
through
the
breakfast
nobly
.
