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"
I
took
the
advice
.
My
sister
,
Mrs
.
Joe
,
throwing
the
door
wide
open
,
and
finding
an
obstruction
behind
it
,
immediately
divined
the
cause
,
and
applied
Tickler
to
its
further
investigation
.
She
concluded
by
throwing
me
—
I
often
served
as
a
connubial
missile
—
at
Joe
,
who
,
glad
to
get
hold
of
me
on
any
terms
,
passed
me
on
into
the
chimney
and
quietly
fenced
me
up
there
with
his
great
leg
.
"
Where
have
you
been
,
you
young
monkey
?
"
said
Mrs
.
Joe
,
stamping
her
foot
.
"
Tell
me
directly
what
you
’
ve
been
doing
to
wear
me
away
with
fret
and
fright
and
worrit
,
or
I
’
d
have
you
out
of
that
corner
if
you
was
fifty
Pips
,
and
he
was
five
hundred
Gargerys
.
"
"
I
have
only
been
to
the
churchyard
,
"
said
I
,
from
my
stool
,
crying
and
rubbing
myself
.
"
Churchyard
!
"
repeated
my
sister
.
"
If
it
warn
’
t
for
me
you
’
d
have
been
to
the
churchyard
long
ago
,
and
stayed
there
.
Who
brought
you
up
by
hand
?
"
"
You
did
,
"
said
I
.
"
And
why
did
I
do
it
,
I
should
like
to
know
?
"
exclaimed
my
sister
.
I
whimpered
,
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
!
"
said
my
sister
.
"
I
’
d
never
do
it
again
!
I
know
that
.
I
may
truly
say
I
’
ve
never
had
this
apron
of
mine
off
since
born
you
were
.
It
’
s
bad
enough
to
be
a
blacksmith
’
s
wife
(
and
him
a
Gargery
)
without
being
your
mother
.
"
My
thoughts
strayed
from
that
question
as
I
looked
disconsolately
at
the
fire
.
