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Why
,
I
remember
the
time
when
old
Maunders
as
had
three
-
and
-
twenty
wans
—
I
remember
the
time
when
old
Maunders
had
in
his
cottage
in
Spa
Fields
in
the
winter
time
,
when
the
season
was
over
,
eight
male
and
female
dwarfs
setting
down
to
dinner
every
day
,
who
was
waited
on
by
eight
old
giants
in
green
coats
,
red
smalls
,
blue
cotton
stockings
,
and
high
-
lows
:
and
there
was
one
dwarf
as
had
grown
elderly
and
wicious
who
whenever
his
giant
wasn
’
t
quick
enough
to
please
him
,
used
to
stick
pins
in
his
legs
,
not
being
able
to
reach
up
any
higher
.
I
know
that
’
s
a
fact
,
for
Maunders
told
it
me
himself
.
’
‘
What
about
the
dwarfs
when
they
get
old
?
’
inquired
the
landlord
.
‘
The
older
a
dwarf
is
,
the
better
worth
he
is
,
’
returned
Mr
Vuffin
;
‘
a
grey
-
headed
dwarf
,
well
wrinkled
,
is
beyond
all
suspicion
.
But
a
giant
weak
in
the
legs
and
not
standing
upright
!
—
keep
him
in
the
carawan
,
but
never
show
him
,
never
show
him
,
for
any
persuasion
that
can
be
offered
.
’
While
Mr
Vuffin
and
his
two
friends
smoked
their
pipes
and
beguiled
the
time
with
such
conversation
as
this
,
the
silent
gentleman
sat
in
a
warm
corner
,
swallowing
,
or
seeming
to
swallow
,
sixpennyworth
of
halfpence
for
practice
,
balancing
a
feather
upon
his
nose
,
and
rehearsing
other
feats
of
dexterity
of
that
kind
,
without
paying
any
regard
whatever
to
the
company
,
who
in
their
turn
left
him
utterly
unnoticed
.
At
length
the
weary
child
prevailed
upon
her
grandfather
to
retire
,
and
they
withdrew
,
leaving
the
company
yet
seated
round
the
fire
,
and
the
dogs
fast
asleep
at
a
humble
distance
.
After
bidding
the
old
man
good
night
,
Nell
retired
to
her
poor
garret
,
but
had
scarcely
closed
the
door
,
when
it
was
gently
tapped
at
.
She
opened
it
directly
,
and
was
a
little
startled
by
the
sight
of
Mr
Thomas
Codlin
,
whom
she
had
left
,
to
all
appearance
,
fast
asleep
down
stairs
.
‘
What
is
the
matter
?
’
said
the
child
.
‘
Nothing
’
s
the
matter
,
my
dear
,
’
returned
her
visitor
.
‘
I
’
m
your
friend
.
Perhaps
you
haven
’
t
thought
so
,
but
it
’
s
me
that
’
s
your
friend
—
not
him
.
’
‘
Not
who
?
’
the
child
inquired
.
‘
Short
,
my
dear
.
I
tell
you
what
,
’
said
Codlin
,
‘
for
all
his
having
a
kind
of
way
with
him
that
you
’
d
be
very
apt
to
like
,
I
’
m
the
real
,
open
-
hearted
man
.
I
mayn
’
t
look
it
,
but
I
am
indeed
.
’
The
child
began
to
be
alarmed
,
considering
that
the
ale
had
taken
effect
upon
Mr
Codlin
,
and
that
this
commendation
of
himself
was
the
consequence
.
