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At
the
same
time
this
nurse
picked
up
Mrs
.
Pocket
’
s
handkerchief
,
and
said
,
"
If
that
don
’
t
make
six
times
you
’
ve
dropped
it
,
Mum
!
"
Upon
which
Mrs
.
Pocket
laughed
and
said
,
"
Thank
you
,
Flopson
,
"
and
settling
herself
in
one
chair
only
,
resumed
her
book
.
Her
countenance
immediately
assumed
a
knitted
and
intent
expression
as
if
she
had
been
reading
for
a
week
,
but
before
she
could
have
read
half
a
dozen
lines
,
she
fixed
her
eyes
upon
me
,
and
said
,
"
I
hope
your
mamma
is
quite
well
?
"
This
unexpected
inquiry
put
me
into
such
a
difficulty
that
I
began
saying
in
the
absurdest
way
that
if
there
had
been
any
such
person
I
had
no
doubt
she
would
have
been
quite
well
and
would
have
been
very
much
obliged
and
would
have
sent
her
compliments
,
when
the
nurse
came
to
my
rescue
.
"
Well
!
"
she
cried
,
picking
up
the
pocket
-
handkerchief
,
"
if
that
don
’
t
make
seven
times
!
What
ARE
you
a
doing
of
this
afternoon
,
Mum
!
"
Mrs
.
Pocket
received
her
property
,
at
first
with
a
look
of
unutterable
surprise
as
if
she
had
never
seen
it
before
,
and
then
with
a
laugh
of
recognition
,
and
said
,
"
Thank
you
,
Flopson
,
"
and
forgot
me
,
and
went
on
reading
.
I
found
,
now
I
had
leisure
to
count
them
,
that
there
were
no
fewer
than
six
little
Pockets
present
,
in
various
stages
of
tumbling
up
.
I
had
scarcely
arrived
at
the
total
when
a
seventh
was
heard
,
as
in
the
region
of
air
,
wailing
dolefully
.
"
If
there
ain
’
t
Baby
!
"
said
Flopson
,
appearing
to
think
it
most
surprising
.
"
Make
haste
up
,
Millers
.
"
Millers
,
who
was
the
other
nurse
,
retired
into
the
house
,
and
by
degrees
the
child
’
s
wailing
was
hushed
and
stopped
,
as
if
it
were
a
young
ventriloquist
with
something
in
its
mouth
.
Mrs
.
Pocket
read
all
the
time
,
and
I
was
curious
to
know
what
the
book
could
be
.
We
were
waiting
,
I
supposed
,
for
Mr
.
Pocket
to
come
out
to
us
;
at
any
rate
we
waited
there
,
and
so
I
had
an
opportunity
of
observing
the
remarkable
family
phenomenon
that
whenever
any
of
the
children
strayed
near
Mrs
.
Pocket
in
their
play
,
they
always
tripped
themselves
up
and
tumbled
over
her
—
always
very
much
to
her
momentary
astonishment
,
and
their
own
more
enduring
lamentation
.
I
was
at
a
loss
to
account
for
this
surprising
circumstance
,
and
could
not
help
giving
my
mind
to
speculations
about
it
,
until
by
and
by
Millers
came
down
with
the
baby
,
which
baby
was
handed
to
Flopson
,
which
Flopson
was
handing
it
to
Mrs
.
Pocket
,
when
she
too
went
fairly
head
foremost
over
Mrs
.
Pocket
,
baby
and
all
,
and
was
caught
by
Herbert
and
myself
.
"
Gracious
me
,
Flopson
!
"
said
Mrs
.
Pocket
,
looking
off
her
book
for
a
moment
,
"
everybody
’
s
tumbling
!
"
"
Gracious
you
,
indeed
,
Mum
!
"
returned
Flopson
,
very
red
in
the
face
;
"
what
have
you
got
there
?
"
"
I
got
here
,
Flopson
?
"
asked
Mrs
.
Pocket
.
