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‘
They
’
d
make
a
difference
in
course
,
’
said
George
doggedly
.
‘
Would
they
make
much
difference
?
’
repeated
his
mistress
.
‘
They
can
’
t
be
very
heavy
’
‘
The
weight
o
’
the
pair
,
mum
,
’
said
George
,
eyeing
them
with
the
look
of
a
man
who
was
calculating
within
half
an
ounce
or
so
,
‘
would
be
a
trifle
under
that
of
Oliver
Cromwell
.
’
Nell
was
very
much
surprised
that
the
man
should
be
so
accurately
acquainted
with
the
weight
of
one
whom
she
had
read
of
in
books
as
having
lived
considerably
before
their
time
,
but
speedily
forgot
the
subject
in
the
joy
of
hearing
that
they
were
to
go
forward
in
the
caravan
,
for
which
she
thanked
its
lady
with
unaffected
earnestness
.
She
helped
with
great
readiness
and
alacrity
to
put
away
the
tea
-
things
and
other
matters
that
were
lying
about
,
and
,
the
horses
being
by
that
time
harnessed
,
mounted
into
the
vehicle
,
followed
by
her
delighted
grandfather
.
Their
patroness
then
shut
the
door
and
sat
herself
down
by
her
drum
at
an
open
window
;
and
,
the
steps
being
struck
by
George
and
stowed
under
the
carriage
,
away
they
went
,
with
a
great
noise
of
flapping
and
creaking
and
straining
,
and
the
bright
brass
knocker
,
which
nobody
ever
knocked
at
,
knocking
one
perpetual
double
knock
of
its
own
accord
as
they
jolted
heavily
along
.
When
they
had
travelled
slowly
forward
for
some
short
distance
,
Nell
ventured
to
steal
a
look
round
the
caravan
and
observe
it
more
closely
.
One
half
of
it
—
that
moiety
in
which
the
comfortable
proprietress
was
then
seated
—
was
carpeted
,
and
so
partitioned
off
at
the
further
end
as
to
accommodate
a
sleeping
-
place
,
constructed
after
the
fashion
of
a
berth
on
board
ship
,
which
was
shaded
,
like
the
little
windows
,
with
fair
white
curtains
,
and
looked
comfortable
enough
,
though
by
what
kind
of
gymnastic
exercise
the
lady
of
the
caravan
ever
contrived
to
get
into
it
,
was
an
unfathomable
mystery
.
The
other
half
served
for
a
kitchen
,
and
was
fitted
up
with
a
stove
whose
small
chimney
passed
through
the
roof
.
It
held
also
a
closet
or
larder
,
several
chests
,
a
great
pitcher
of
water
,
and
a
few
cooking
-
utensils
and
articles
of
crockery
.
These
latter
necessaries
hung
upon
the
walls
,
which
,
in
that
portion
of
the
establishment
devoted
to
the
lady
of
the
caravan
,
were
ornamented
with
such
gayer
and
lighter
decorations
as
a
triangle
and
a
couple
of
well
-
thumbed
tambourines
.
The
lady
of
the
caravan
sat
at
one
window
in
all
the
pride
and
poetry
of
the
musical
instruments
,
and
little
Nell
and
her
grandfather
sat
at
the
other
in
all
the
humility
of
the
kettle
and
saucepans
,
while
the
machine
jogged
on
and
shifted
the
darkening
prospect
very
slowly
.
At
first
the
two
travellers
spoke
little
,
and
only
in
whispers
,
but
as
they
grew
more
familiar
with
the
place
they
ventured
to
converse
with
greater
freedom
,
and
talked
about
the
country
through
which
they
were
passing
,
and
the
different
objects
that
presented
themselves
,
until
the
old
man
fell
asleep
;
which
the
lady
of
the
caravan
observing
,
invited
Nell
to
come
and
sit
beside
her
.
‘
Well
,
child
,
’
she
said
,
‘
how
do
you
like
this
way
of
travelling
?
’
Nell
replied
that
she
thought
it
was
very
pleasant
indeed
,
to
which
the
lady
assented
in
the
case
of
people
who
had
their
spirits
.
For
herself
,
she
said
,
she
was
troubled
with
a
lowness
in
that
respect
which
required
a
constant
stimulant
;
though
whether
the
aforesaid
stimulant
was
derived
from
the
suspicious
bottle
of
which
mention
has
been
already
made
or
from
other
sources
,
she
did
not
say
.
