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Bumble

,

having

spread

a

handkerchief

over

his

knees

to

prevent

the

crumbs

from

sullying

the

splendour

of

his

shorts

,

began

to

eat

and

drink

;

varying

these

amusements

,

occasionally

,

by

fetching

a

deep

sigh

;

which

,

however

,

had

no

injurious

effect

upon

his

appetite

,

but

,

on

the

contrary

,

rather

seemed

to

facilitate

his

operations

in

the

tea

and

toast

department

.

'

You

have

a

cat

,

ma'am

,

I

see

,

'

said

Mr.

Bumble

,

glancing

at

one

who

,

in

the

centre

of

her

family

,

was

basking

before

the

fire

;

'

and

kittens

too

,

I

declare

!

'

'

I

am

so

fond

of

them

,

Mr.

Bumble

,

you

ca

n't

think

,

'

replied

the

matron

.

'

They

're

SO

happy

,

SO

frolicsome

,

and

SO

cheerful

,

that

they

are

quite

companions

for

me

.

'

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'

Very

nice

animals

,

ma'am

,

'

replied

Mr.

Bumble

,

approvingly

;

'

so

very

domestic

.

'

'

Oh

,

yes

!

'

rejoined

the

matron

with

enthusiasm

;

'

so

fond

of

their

home

too

,

that

it

's

quite

a

pleasure

,

I

'm

sure

.

'

'

Mrs.

Corney

,

ma'am

,

said

Mr.

Bumble

,

slowly

,

and

marking

the

time

with

his

teaspoon

,

'

I

mean

to

say

this

,

ma'am

;

that

any

cat

,

or

kitten

,

that

could

live

with

you

,

ma'am

,

and

NOT

be

fond

of

its

home

,

must

be

a

ass

,

ma'am

.

'

'

Oh

,

Mr.

Bumble

!

'

remonstrated

Mrs.

Corney

.

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'

It

's

of

no

use

disguising

facts

,

ma'am

,

'

said

Mr.

Bumble

,

slowly

flourishing

the

teaspoon

with

a

kind

of

amorous

dignity

which

made

him

doubly

impressive

;

'

I

would

drown

it

myself

,

with

pleasure

.

'

'

Then

you

're

a

cruel

man

,

'

said

the

matron

vivaciously

,

as

she

held

out

her

hand

for

the

beadle

's

cup

;

'

and

a

very

hard-hearted

man

besides

.

'

'

Hard-hearted

,

ma'am

?

'

said

Mr.

Bumble

.

'

Hard

?

'

Mr.

Bumble

resigned

his

cup

without

another

word

;

squeezed

Mrs.

Corney

's

little

finger

as

she

took

it

;

and

inflicting

two

open-handed

slaps

upon

his

laced

waistcoat

,

gave

a

mighty

sigh

,

and

hitched

his

chair

a

very

little

morsel

farther

from

the

fire

.

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