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'
The
children
must
have
someone
with
them
,
"
cried
Mrs.
Sedley
.
"
Let
Joe
go
,
"
said-his
father
,
laughing
.
"
He
's
big
enough
.
"
At
which
speech
even
Mr.
Sambo
at
the
sideboard
burst
out
laughing
,
and
poor
fat
Joe
felt
inclined
to
become
a
parricide
almost
.
"
Undo
his
stays
!
"
continued
the
pitiless
old
gentleman
.
"
Fling
some
water
in
his
face
,
Miss
Sharp
,
or
carry
him
upstairs
:
the
dear
creature
's
fainting
.
Poor
victim
!
carry
him
up
;
he
's
as
light
as
a
feather
!
"
"
If
I
stand
this
,
sir
,
I
'm
d
--
--
--
!
"
roared
Joseph
.
"
Order
Mr.
Jos
's
elephant
,
Sambo
!
"
cried
the
father
.
"
Send
to
Exeter
'
Change
,
Sambo
"
;
but
seeing
Jos
ready
almost
to
cry
with
vexation
,
the
old
joker
stopped
his
laughter
,
and
said
,
holding
out
his
hand
to
his
son
,
"
It
's
all
fair
on
the
Stock
Exchange
,
Jos
--
and
,
Sambo
,
never
mind
the
elephant
,
but
give
me
and
Mr.
Jos
a
glass
of
Champagne
.
Boney
himself
has
n't
got
such
in
his
cellar
,
my
boy
!
"
A
goblet
of
Champagne
restored
Joseph
's
equanimity
,
and
before
the
bottle
was
emptied
,
of
which
as
an
invalid
he
took
two-thirds
,
he
had
agreed
to
take
the
young
ladies
to
Vauxhall
.
"
The
girls
must
have
a
gentleman
apiece
,
"
said
the
old
gentleman
.
"
Jos
will
be
sure
to
leave
Emmy
in
the
crowd
,
he
will
be
so
taken
up
with
Miss
Sharp
here
.
Send
to
96
,
and
ask
George
Osborne
if
he
'll
come
.
"
At
this
,
I
do
n't
know
in
the
least
for
what
reason
,
Mrs.
Sedley
looked
at
her
husband
and
laughed
.
Mr.
Sedley
's
eyes
twinkled
in
a
manner
indescribably
roguish
,
and
he
looked
at
Amelia
;
and
Amelia
,
hanging
down
her
head
,
blushed
as
only
young
ladies
of
seventeen
know
how
to
blush
,
and
as
Miss
Rebecca
Sharp
never
blushed
in
her
life
--
at
least
not
since
she
was
eight
years
old
,
and
when
she
was
caught
stealing
jam
out
of
a
cupboard
by
her
godmother
.
"
Amelia
had
better
write
a
note
,
"
said
her
father
;
"
and
let
George
Osborne
see
what
a
beautiful
handwriting
we
have
brought
back
from
Miss
Pinkerton
's
.
Do
you
remember
when
you
wrote
to
him
to
come
on
Twelfth-night
,
Emmy
,
and
spelt
twelfth
without
the
f
?
"
