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‘
Pooh
pooh
!
mere
fancy
,
’
cried
Brass
,
stooping
to
throw
up
the
cinders
.
‘
Never
better
,
Kit
,
never
better
in
all
my
life
.
Merry
too
.
Ha
ha
!
How
’
s
our
friend
above
-
stairs
,
eh
?
’
‘
A
great
deal
better
,
’
said
Kit
.
‘
I
’
m
glad
to
hear
it
,
’
rejoined
Brass
;
‘
thankful
,
I
may
say
.
An
excellent
gentleman
—
worthy
,
liberal
,
generous
,
gives
very
little
trouble
—
an
admirable
lodger
.
Ha
ha
!
Mr
Garland
—
he
’
s
well
I
hope
,
Kit
—
and
the
pony
—
my
friend
,
my
particular
friend
you
know
.
Ha
ha
!
’
Kit
gave
a
satisfactory
account
of
all
the
little
household
at
Abel
Cottage
.
Mr
Brass
,
who
seemed
remarkably
inattentive
and
impatient
,
mounted
on
his
stool
,
and
beckoning
him
to
come
nearer
,
took
him
by
the
button
-
hole
.
‘
I
have
been
thinking
,
Kit
,
’
said
the
lawyer
,
‘
that
I
could
throw
some
little
emoluments
in
your
mother
’
s
way
—
You
have
a
mother
,
I
think
?
If
I
recollect
right
,
you
told
me
—
’
‘
Oh
yes
,
Sir
,
yes
certainly
.
’
‘
A
widow
,
I
think
?
an
industrious
widow
?
’
‘
A
harder
-
working
woman
or
a
better
mother
never
lived
,
Sir
.
’
‘
Ah
!
’
cried
Brass
.
‘
That
’
s
affecting
,
truly
affecting
.
A
poor
widow
struggling
to
maintain
her
orphans
in
decency
and
comfort
,
is
a
delicious
picture
of
human
goodness
.
—
Put
down
your
hat
,
Kit
.
’
