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Lastly
,
inquiry
was
made
into
the
nature
and
extent
of
Kit
’
s
wardrobe
,
and
a
small
advance
being
made
to
improve
the
same
,
he
was
formally
hired
at
an
annual
income
of
Six
Pounds
,
over
and
above
his
board
and
lodging
,
by
Mr
and
Mrs
Garland
,
of
Abel
Cottage
,
Finchley
.
It
would
be
difficult
to
say
which
party
appeared
most
pleased
with
this
arrangement
,
the
conclusion
of
which
was
hailed
with
nothing
but
pleasant
looks
and
cheerful
smiles
on
both
sides
.
It
was
settled
that
Kit
should
repair
to
his
new
abode
on
the
next
day
but
one
,
in
the
morning
;
and
finally
,
the
little
old
couple
,
after
bestowing
a
bright
half
-
crown
on
little
Jacob
and
another
on
the
baby
,
took
their
leaves
;
being
escorted
as
far
as
the
street
by
their
new
attendant
,
who
held
the
obdurate
pony
by
the
bridle
while
they
took
their
seats
,
and
saw
them
drive
away
with
a
lightened
heart
.
‘
Well
,
mother
,
’
said
Kit
,
hurrying
back
into
the
house
,
‘
I
think
my
fortune
’
s
about
made
now
.
’
‘
I
should
think
it
was
indeed
,
Kit
,
’
rejoined
his
mother
.
‘
Six
pound
a
year
!
Only
think
!
’
‘
Ah
!
’
said
Kit
,
trying
to
maintain
the
gravity
which
the
consideration
of
such
a
sum
demanded
,
but
grinning
with
delight
in
spite
of
himself
.
‘
There
’
s
a
property
!
’
Kit
drew
a
long
breath
when
he
had
said
this
,
and
putting
his
hands
deep
into
his
pockets
as
if
there
were
one
year
’
s
wages
at
least
in
each
,
looked
at
his
mother
,
as
though
he
saw
through
her
,
and
down
an
immense
perspective
of
sovereigns
beyond
.
‘
Please
God
we
’
ll
make
such
a
lady
of
you
for
Sundays
,
mother
!
such
a
scholar
of
Jacob
,
such
a
child
of
the
baby
,
such
a
room
of
the
one
up
stairs
!
Six
pound
a
year
!
’
‘
Hem
!
’
croaked
a
strange
voice
.
‘
What
’
s
that
about
six
pound
a
year
?
What
about
six
pound
a
year
?
’
And
as
the
voice
made
this
inquiry
,
Daniel
Quilp
walked
in
with
Richard
Swiveller
at
his
heels
.
‘
Who
said
he
was
to
have
six
pound
a
year
?
’
said
Quilp
,
looking
sharply
round
.
‘
Did
the
old
man
say
it
,
or
did
little
Nell
say
it
?
And
what
’
s
he
to
have
it
for
,
and
where
are
they
,
eh
!
’
The
good
woman
was
so
much
alarmed
by
the
sudden
apparition
of
this
unknown
piece
of
ugliness
,
that
she
hastily
caught
the
baby
from
its
cradle
and
retreated
into
the
furthest
corner
of
the
room
;
while
little
Jacob
,
sitting
upon
his
stool
with
his
hands
on
his
knees
,
looked
full
at
him
in
a
species
of
fascination
,
roaring
lustily
all
the
time
.
Richard
Swiveller
took
an
easy
observation
of
the
family
over
Mr
Quilp
’
s
head
,
and
Quilp
himself
,
with
his
hands
in
his
pockets
,
smiled
in
an
exquisite
enjoyment
of
the
commotion
he
occasioned
.
