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Bidding
my
uncle
sit
where
he
was
,
I
went
to
open
it
,
and
found
on
the
doorstep
a
half-grown
boy
in
sea-clothes
.
He
had
no
sooner
seen
me
than
he
began
to
dance
some
steps
of
the
sea-hornpipe
(
which
I
had
never
before
heard
of
far
less
seen
)
,
snapping
his
fingers
in
the
air
and
footing
it
right
cleverly
.
For
all
that
,
he
was
blue
with
the
cold
;
and
there
was
something
in
his
face
,
a
look
between
tears
and
laughter
,
that
was
highly
pathetic
and
consisted
ill
with
this
gaiety
of
manner
.
"
What
cheer
,
mate
?
"
says
he
,
with
a
cracked
voice
.
I
asked
him
soberly
to
name
his
pleasure
.
"
O
,
pleasure
!
"
says
he
;
and
then
began
to
sing
:
"
For
it
's
my
delight
,
of
a
shiny
night
,
In
the
season
of
the
year
.
"
"
Well
,
"
said
I
,
"
if
you
have
no
business
at
all
,
I
will
even
be
so
unmannerly
as
to
shut
you
out
.
"
"
Stay
,
brother
!
"
he
cried
.
"
Have
you
no
fun
about
you
?
or
do
you
want
to
get
me
thrashed
?
I
've
brought
a
letter
from
old
Heasyoasy
to
Mr.
Belflower
.
"
He
showed
me
a
letter
as
he
spoke
.
"
And
I
say
,
mate
,
"
he
added
,
"
I
'm
mortal
hungry
.
"
"
Well
,
"
said
I
,
"
come
into
the
house
,
and
you
shall
have
a
bite
if
I
go
empty
for
it
.
"
With
that
I
brought
him
in
and
set
him
down
to
my
own
place
,
where
he
fell-to
greedily
on
the
remains
of
breakfast
,
winking
to
me
between
whiles
,
and
making
many
faces
,
which
I
think
the
poor
soul
considered
manly
.
Meanwhile
,
my
uncle
had
read
the
letter
and
sat
thinking
;
then
,
suddenly
,
he
got
to
his
feet
with
a
great
air
of
liveliness
,
and
pulled
me
apart
into
the
farthest
corner
of
the
room
.
