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The
delight
of
Kit
’
s
mother
and
of
Barbara
’
s
mother
upon
the
great
occasion
is
past
all
telling
;
finding
they
agreed
so
well
on
that
,
and
on
all
other
subjects
,
they
took
up
their
abode
together
,
and
were
a
most
harmonious
pair
of
friends
from
that
time
forth
.
And
hadn
’
t
Astley
’
s
cause
to
bless
itself
for
their
all
going
together
once
a
quarter
—
to
the
pit
—
and
didn
’
t
Kit
’
s
mother
always
say
,
when
they
painted
the
outside
,
that
Kit
’
s
last
treat
had
helped
to
that
,
and
wonder
what
the
manager
would
feel
if
he
but
knew
it
as
they
passed
his
house
!
When
Kit
had
children
six
and
seven
years
old
,
there
was
a
Barbara
among
them
,
and
a
pretty
Barbara
she
was
.
Nor
was
there
wanting
an
exact
facsimile
and
copy
of
little
Jacob
,
as
he
appeared
in
those
remote
times
when
they
taught
him
what
oysters
meant
.
Of
course
there
was
an
Abel
,
own
godson
to
the
Mr
Garland
of
that
name
;
and
there
was
a
Dick
,
whom
Mr
Swiveller
did
especially
favour
.
The
little
group
would
often
gather
round
him
of
a
night
and
beg
him
to
tell
again
that
story
of
good
Miss
Nell
who
died
.
This
,
Kit
would
do
;
and
when
they
cried
to
hear
it
,
wishing
it
longer
too
,
he
would
teach
them
how
she
had
gone
to
Heaven
,
as
all
good
people
did
;
and
how
,
if
they
were
good
,
like
her
,
they
might
hope
to
be
there
too
,
one
day
,
and
to
see
and
know
her
as
he
had
done
when
he
was
quite
a
boy
Then
,
he
would
relate
to
them
how
needy
he
used
to
be
,
and
how
she
had
taught
him
what
he
was
otherwise
too
poor
to
learn
,
and
how
the
old
man
had
been
used
to
say
‘
she
always
laughs
at
Kit
;
’
at
which
they
would
brush
away
their
tears
,
and
laugh
themselves
to
think
that
she
had
done
so
,
and
be
again
quite
merry
.
He
sometimes
took
them
to
the
street
where
she
had
lived
;
but
new
improvements
had
altered
it
so
much
,
it
was
not
like
the
same
.
The
old
house
had
been
long
ago
pulled
down
,
and
a
fine
broad
road
was
in
its
place
.
At
first
he
would
draw
with
his
stick
a
square
upon
the
ground
to
show
them
where
it
used
to
stand
.
But
he
soon
became
uncertain
of
the
spot
,
and
could
only
say
it
was
thereabouts
,
he
thought
,
and
these
alterations
were
confusing
.
Such
are
the
changes
which
a
few
years
bring
about
,
and
so
do
things
pass
away
,
like
a
tale
that
is
told
!