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‘
Hold
your
noise
—
do
—
you
naughty
creetur
!
’
said
Mrs
.
Bardell
.
‘
Yes
;
don
’
t
worrit
your
poor
mother
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Sanders
.
‘
She
’
s
quite
enough
to
worrit
her
,
as
it
is
,
without
you
,
Tommy
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Cluppins
,
with
sympathising
resignation
.
‘
Ah
!
worse
luck
,
poor
lamb
!
’
said
Mrs
.
Sanders
.
At
all
which
moral
reflections
,
Master
Bardell
howled
the
louder
.
‘
Now
,
what
shall
I
do
?
’
said
Mrs
.
Bardell
to
Mrs
.
Cluppins
.
‘
I
think
you
ought
to
see
him
,
’
replied
Mrs
.
Cluppins
.
‘
But
on
no
account
without
a
witness
.
’
‘
I
think
two
witnesses
would
be
more
lawful
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Sanders
,
who
,
like
the
other
friend
,
was
bursting
with
curiosity
.
‘
Perhaps
he
’
d
better
come
in
here
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Bardell
.
‘
To
be
sure
,
’
replied
Mrs
.
Cluppins
,
eagerly
catching
at
the
idea
;
‘
walk
in
,
young
man
;
and
shut
the
street
door
first
,
please
.
’
Mr
.
Weller
immediately
took
the
hint
;
and
presenting
himself
in
the
parlour
,
explained
his
business
to
Mrs
.
Bardell
thus
—
