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"
Never
mind
what
she
says
.
I
’
m
the
wretch
that
did
it
,
sir
,
"
said
the
new
member
,
with
a
Welleresque
nod
to
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
"
But
on
my
honor
,
I
never
will
do
so
again
,
and
henceforth
devote
myself
to
the
interest
of
this
immortal
club
.
"
"
Hear
!
Hear
!
"
cried
Jo
,
clashing
the
lid
of
the
warming
pan
like
a
cymbal
.
"
Go
on
,
go
on
!
"
added
Winkle
and
Tupman
,
while
the
President
bowed
benignly
.
"
I
merely
wish
to
say
,
that
as
a
slight
token
of
my
gratitude
for
the
honor
done
me
,
and
as
a
means
of
promoting
friendly
relations
between
adjoining
nations
,
I
have
set
up
a
post
office
in
the
hedge
in
the
lower
corner
of
the
garden
,
a
fine
,
spacious
building
with
padlocks
on
the
doors
and
every
convenience
for
the
mails
,
also
the
females
,
if
I
may
be
allowed
the
expression
.
It
’
s
the
old
martin
house
,
but
I
’
ve
stopped
up
the
door
and
made
the
roof
open
,
so
it
will
hold
all
sorts
of
things
,
and
save
our
valuable
time
.
Letters
,
manuscripts
,
books
,
and
bundles
can
be
passed
in
there
,
and
as
each
nation
has
a
key
,
it
will
be
uncommonly
nice
,
I
fancy
.
Allow
me
to
present
the
club
key
,
and
with
many
thanks
for
your
favor
,
take
my
seat
.
"
Great
applause
as
Mr
Weller
deposited
a
little
key
on
the
table
and
subsided
,
the
warming
pan
clashed
and
waved
wildly
,
and
it
was
some
time
before
order
could
be
restored
.
A
long
discussion
followed
,
and
everyone
came
out
surprising
,
for
everyone
did
her
best
.
So
it
was
an
unusually
lively
meeting
,
and
did
not
adjourn
till
a
late
hour
,
when
it
broke
up
with
three
shrill
cheers
for
the
new
member
.
No
one
ever
regretted
the
admittance
of
Sam
Weller
,
for
a
more
devoted
,
well
-
behaved
,
and
jovial
member
no
club
could
have
.
He
certainly
did
add
‘
spirit
’
to
the
meetings
,
and
‘
a
tone
’
to
the
paper
,
for
his
orations
convulsed
his
hearers
and
his
contributions
were
excellent
,
being
patriotic
,
classical
,
comical
,
or
dramatic
,
but
never
sentimental
.
Jo
regarded
them
as
worthy
of
Bacon
,
Milton
,
or
Shakespeare
,
and
remodeled
her
own
works
with
good
effect
,
she
thought
.
The
P
.
O
.
was
a
capital
little
institution
,
and
flourished
wonderfully
,
for
nearly
as
many
queer
things
passed
through
it
as
through
the
real
post
office
.
Tragedies
and
cravats
,
poetry
and
pickles
,
garden
seeds
and
long
letters
,
music
and
gingerbread
,
rubbers
,
invitations
,
scoldings
,
and
puppies
.
The
old
gentleman
liked
the
fun
,
and
amused
himself
by
sending
odd
bundles
,
mysterious
messages
,
and
funny
telegrams
,
and
his
gardener
,
who
was
smitten
with
Hannah
’
s
charms
,
actually
sent
a
love
letter
to
Jo
’
s
care
.
How
they
laughed
when
the
secret
came
out
,
never
dreaming
how
many
love
letters
that
little
post
office
would
hold
in
the
years
to
come
.
"
The
first
of
June
!
The
Kings
are
off
to
the
seashore
tomorrow
,
and
I
’
m
free
.
Three
months
’
vacation
—
how
I
shall
enjoy
it
!
"
exclaimed
Meg
,
coming
home
one
warm
day
to
find
Jo
laid
upon
the
sofa
in
an
unusual
state
of
exhaustion
,
while
Beth
took
off
her
dusty
boots
,
and
Amy
made
lemonade
for
the
refreshment
of
the
whole
party
.
"
Aunt
March
went
today
,
for
which
,
oh
,
be
joyful
!
"
said
Jo
.
"
I
was
mortally
afraid
she
’
d
ask
me
to
go
with
her
.
If
she
had
,
I
should
have
felt
as
if
I
ought
to
do
it
,
but
Plumfield
is
about
as
gay
as
a
churchyard
,
you
know
,
and
I
’
d
rather
be
excused
.
We
had
a
flurry
getting
the
old
lady
off
,
and
I
had
a
fright
every
time
she
spoke
to
me
,
for
I
was
in
such
a
hurry
to
be
through
that
I
was
uncommonly
helpful
and
sweet
,
and
feared
she
’
d
find
it
impossible
to
part
from
me
.
I
quaked
till
she
was
fairly
in
the
carriage
,
and
had
a
final
fright
,
for
as
it
drove
of
,
she
popped
out
her
head
,
saying
,
‘
Josyphine
,
won
’
t
you
—
?
’
I
didn
’
t
hear
any
more
,
for
I
basely
turned
and
fled
.
I
did
actually
run
,
and
whisked
round
the
corner
where
I
felt
safe
.
"
