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Is
he
grateful
,
ma'am
?
Is
he
grateful
?
Not
a
copper
farthing
's
worth
of
it
!
What
does
he
do
,
ma'am
,
but
ask
for
a
few
coals
;
if
it
's
only
a
pocket
handkerchief
full
,
he
says
!
Coals
!
What
would
he
do
with
coals
?
Toast
his
cheese
with
'em
and
then
come
back
for
more
.
That
's
the
way
with
these
people
,
ma'am
;
give
'em
a
apron
full
of
coals
to-day
,
and
they
'll
come
back
for
another
,
the
day
after
to-morrow
,
as
brazen
as
alabaster
.
'
The
matron
expressed
her
entire
concurrence
in
this
intelligible
simile
;
and
the
beadle
went
on
.
'
I
never
,
'
said
Mr.
Bumble
,
'
see
anything
like
the
pitch
it
's
got
to
.
The
day
afore
yesterday
,
a
man
--
you
have
been
a
married
woman
,
ma'am
,
and
I
may
mention
it
to
you
--
a
man
,
with
hardly
a
rag
upon
his
back
(
here
Mrs.
Corney
looked
at
the
floor
)
,
goes
to
our
overseer
's
door
when
he
has
got
company
coming
to
dinner
;
and
says
,
he
must
be
relieved
,
Mrs.
Corney
.
As
he
would
n't
go
away
,
and
shocked
the
company
very
much
,
our
overseer
sent
him
out
a
pound
of
potatoes
and
half
a
pint
of
oatmeal
.
"
My
heart
!
"
says
the
ungrateful
villain
,
"
what
's
the
use
of
THIS
to
me
?
You
might
as
well
give
me
a
pair
of
iron
spectacles
!
'
"
Very
good
,
"
says
our
overseer
,
taking
'em
away
again
,
"
you
wo
n't
get
anything
else
here
.
"
"
Then
I
'll
die
in
the
streets
!
"
says
the
vagrant
.
"
Oh
no
,
you
wo
n't
,
"
says
our
overseer
.
'
'
Ha
!
ha
!
That
was
very
good
!
So
like
Mr.
Grannett
,
was
n't
it
?
'
interposed
the
matron
.
'
Well
,
Mr.
Bumble
?
'
'
Well
,
ma'am
,
'
rejoined
the
beadle
,
'
he
went
away
;
and
he
DID
die
in
the
streets
.
There
's
a
obstinate
pauper
for
you
!
'
'
It
beats
anything
I
could
have
believed
,
'
observed
the
matron
emphatically
.
'
But
do
n't
you
think
out-of-door
relief
a
very
bad
thing
,
any
way
,
Mr.
Bumble
?
You
're
a
gentleman
of
experience
,
and
ought
to
know
.
Come
.
'
'
Mrs.
Corney
,
'
said
the
beadle
,
smiling
as
men
smile
who
are
conscious
of
superior
information
,
'
out-of-door
relief
,
properly
managed
,
ma'am
:
is
the
porochial
safeguard
.
The
great
principle
of
out-of-door
relief
is
,
to
give
the
paupers
exactly
what
they
do
n't
want
;
and
then
they
get
tired
of
coming
.
'
'
Dear
me
!
'
exclaimed
Mrs.
Corney
.
'
Well
,
that
is
a
good
one
,
too
!
'
'
Yes
.
Betwixt
you
and
me
,
ma'am
,
'
returned
Mr.
Bumble
,
'
that
's
the
great
principle
;
and
that
's
the
reason
why
,
if
you
look
at
any
cases
that
get
into
them
owdacious
newspapers
,
you
'll
always
observe
that
sick
families
have
been
relieved
with
slices
of
cheese
.
That
's
the
rule
now
,
Mrs.
Corney
,
all
over
the
country
.
But
,
however
,
'
said
the
beadle
,
stopping
to
unpack
his
bundle
,
'
these
are
official
secrets
,
ma'am
;
not
to
be
spoken
of
;
except
,
as
I
may
say
,
among
the
porochial
officers
,
such
as
ourselves
.
This
is
the
port
wine
,
ma'am
,
that
the
board
ordered
for
the
infirmary
;
real
,
fresh
,
genuine
port
wine
;
only
out
of
the
cask
this
forenoon
;
clear
as
a
bell
,
and
no
sediment
!
'
