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Having
given
him
this
piece
of
moral
advice
for
his
trouble
(
which
,
as
he
wisely
observed
,
was
far
better
than
half
-
pence
)
the
Perpetual
Grand
Master
of
the
Glorious
Apollos
thrust
his
hands
into
his
pockets
and
sauntered
away
:
still
pondering
as
he
went
.
All
that
day
,
though
he
waited
for
Mr
Abel
until
evening
,
Kit
kept
clear
of
his
mother
’
s
house
,
determined
not
to
anticipate
the
pleasures
of
the
morrow
,
but
to
let
them
come
in
their
full
rush
of
delight
;
for
to
-
morrow
was
the
great
and
long
looked
-
for
epoch
in
his
life
—
to
-
morrow
was
the
end
of
his
first
quarter
—
the
day
of
receiving
,
for
the
first
time
,
one
fourth
part
of
his
annual
income
of
Six
Pounds
in
one
vast
sum
of
Thirty
Shillings
—
to
-
morrow
was
to
be
a
half
-
holiday
devoted
to
a
whirl
of
entertainments
,
and
little
Jacob
was
to
know
what
oysters
meant
,
and
to
see
a
play
.
All
manner
of
incidents
combined
in
favour
of
the
occasion
:
not
only
had
Mr
and
Mrs
Garland
forewarned
him
that
they
intended
to
make
no
deduction
for
his
outfit
from
the
great
amount
,
but
to
pay
it
him
unbroken
in
all
its
gigantic
grandeur
;
not
only
had
the
unknown
gentleman
increased
the
stock
by
the
sum
of
five
shillings
,
which
was
a
perfect
god
-
send
and
in
itself
a
fortune
;
not
only
had
these
things
come
to
pass
which
nobody
could
have
calculated
upon
,
or
in
their
wildest
dreams
have
hoped
;
but
it
was
Barbara
’
s
quarter
too
—
Barbara
’
s
quarter
,
that
very
day
—
and
Barbara
had
a
half
-
holiday
as
well
as
Kit
,
and
Barbara
’
s
mother
was
going
to
make
one
of
the
party
,
and
to
take
tea
with
Kit
’
s
mother
,
and
cultivate
her
acquaintance
.
To
be
sure
Kit
looked
out
of
his
window
very
early
that
morning
to
see
which
way
the
clouds
were
flying
,
and
to
be
sure
Barbara
would
have
been
at
hers
too
,
if
she
had
not
sat
up
so
late
over
-
night
,
starching
and
ironing
small
pieces
of
muslin
,
and
crimping
them
into
frills
,
and
sewing
them
on
to
other
pieces
to
form
magnificent
wholes
for
next
day
’
s
wear
.
But
they
were
both
up
very
early
for
all
that
,
and
had
small
appetites
for
breakfast
and
less
for
dinner
,
and
were
in
a
state
of
great
excitement
when
Barbara
’
s
mother
came
in
,
with
astonishing
accounts
of
the
fineness
of
the
weather
out
of
doors
(
but
with
a
very
large
umbrella
notwithstanding
,
for
people
like
Barbara
’
s
mother
seldom
make
holiday
without
one
)
,
and
when
the
bell
rang
for
them
to
go
up
stairs
and
receive
their
quarter
’
s
money
in
gold
and
silver
.
Full
of
that
vague
kind
of
penitence
which
holidays
awaken
next
morning
,
Kit
turned
out
at
sunrise
,
and
,
with
his
faith
in
last
night
’
s
enjoyments
a
little
shaken
by
cool
daylight
and
the
return
to
every
-
day
duties
and
occupations
,
went
to
meet
Barbara
and
her
mother
at
the
appointed
place
.
And
being
careful
not
to
awaken
any
of
the
little
household
,
who
were
yet
resting
from
their
unusual
fatigues
,
Kit
left
his
money
on
the
chimney
-
piece
,
with
an
inscription
in
chalk
calling
his
mother
’
s
attention
to
the
circumstance
,
and
informing
her
that
it
came
from
her
dutiful
son
;
and
went
his
way
,
with
a
heart
something
heavier
than
his
pockets
,
but
free
from
any
very
great
oppression
notwithstanding
.
Oh
these
holidays
!
why
will
they
leave
us
some
regret
?
why
cannot
we
push
them
back
,
only
a
week
or
two
in
our
memories
,
so
as
to
put
them
at
once
at
that
convenient
distance
whence
they
may
be
regarded
either
with
a
calm
indifference
or
a
pleasant
effort
of
recollection
!
why
will
they
hang
about
us
,
like
the
flavour
of
yesterday
’
s
wine
,
suggestive
of
headaches
and
lassitude
,
and
those
good
intentions
for
the
future
,
which
,
under
the
earth
,
form
the
everlasting
pavement
of
a
large
estate
,
and
,
upon
it
,
usually
endure
until
dinner
-
time
or
thereabouts
!
Who
will
wonder
that
Barbara
had
a
headache
,
or
that
Barbara
’
s
mother
was
disposed
to
be
cross
,
or
that
she
slightly
underrated
Astley
’
s
,
and
thought
the
clown
was
older
than
they
had
taken
him
to
be
last
night
?
Kit
was
not
surprised
to
hear
her
say
so
—
not
he
.
He
had
already
had
a
misgiving
that
the
inconstant
actors
in
that
dazzling
vision
had
been
doing
the
same
thing
the
night
before
last
,
and
would
do
it
again
that
night
,
and
the
next
,
and
for
weeks
and
months
to
come
,
though
he
would
not
be
there
.
Such
is
the
difference
between
yesterday
and
today
.
We
are
all
going
to
the
play
,
or
coming
home
from
it
.
However
,
the
Sun
himself
is
weak
when
he
first
rises
,
and
gathers
strength
and
courage
as
the
day
gets
on
.
By
degrees
,
they
began
to
recall
circumstances
more
and
more
pleasant
in
their
nature
,
until
,
what
between
talking
,
walking
,
and
laughing
,
they
reached
Finchley
in
such
good
heart
,
that
Barbara
’
s
mother
declared
she
never
felt
less
tired
or
in
better
spirits
.
And
so
said
Kit
.
Barbara
had
been
silent
all
the
way
,
but
she
said
so
too
.
Poor
little
Barbara
!
She
was
very
quiet
.
They
were
at
home
in
such
good
time
that
Kit
had
rubbed
down
the
pony
and
made
him
as
spruce
as
a
race
-
horse
,
before
Mr
Garland
came
down
to
breakfast
;
which
punctual
and
industrious
conduct
the
old
lady
,
and
the
old
gentleman
,
and
Mr
Abel
,
highly
extolled
.
At
his
usual
hour
(
or
rather
at
his
usual
minute
and
second
,
for
he
was
the
soul
of
punctuality
)
Mr
Abel
walked
out
,
to
be
overtaken
by
the
London
coach
,
and
Kit
and
the
old
gentleman
went
to
work
in
the
garden
.
