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 housekeeping keys the least shake in the world as a reminder to myself, and folding my hands in a still more determined manner on the basket, looked at him quietly.

“I hope, Guardian,” said I, “that you may not trust too much to my discretion. I hope you may not mistake me. I am afraid it will be a disappointment to you to know that I am not clever—but it really is the truth ; and you would soon find it out if I had not the honesty to confess it.”

He did not seem at all disappointed : quite the contrary. He told me, with a smile all over his face, that he knew me very well indeed, and that I was quite clever enough for him.

“I hope I may turn out so,” said I, “but I am much afraid of it, Guardian.”

“You are clever enough to be the good little woman of our lives here, my dear,” he returned, playfully ; “the little old woman of the Child′s (I don′t mean Skimpole's) Rhyme.

You will sweep them so neatly out of our sky, in the course of your housekeeping, Esther, that one of these days, we shall have to abandon the Growlery, and nail up the door.”

This was the beginning of my being called Old Woman, and Little Old Woman, and Cobweb, and Mrs. Shipton, and Mother Hubbard, and Dame Durden, and so many names of that sort, that my own name soon became quite lost among them.

“However,” said Mr. Jarndyce, “to return to our gossip. Here′s Rick, a fine young fellow full of promise. What′s to be done with him?”

O my goodness, the idea of asking my advice on such a point !

“Here he is, Esther,” said Mr. Jarndyce, comfortably putting his hands in his pockets and stretching out his legs. “He must have a profession ; he must make some choice for himself. There will be a world more Wiglomeration about it, I suppose, but it must be done.”

“More what, Guardian ?” said I.

“More Wiglomeration,” said he. “It′s the only name I know for the thing. He is a ward in Chancery, my dear. Kenge and Carboy will have something to say about it ; Master Somebody—a sort of ridicidous Sexton, digging graves for the merits of causes in a back room at the end of Quality Court, Chancery Lane—will have something to say about it ; Counsel will have something to say about it ; the Chancellor will have something to say about it ; the Satellites will have something to say about it ; they will all have to be handsomely fee′d, all round, about it ; the whole thing will be vastly ceremonious, wordy, unsatisfactoiy, and expensive, and I call it, in general, Wiglomeration. How mankind ever came to be afflicted with Wiglomeration, or for whose sins these young people ever fell into a pit of it, I don′t know ; so it is.”

He began to nib his head again, and to hint that he felt the wind. But it was a delightful instance of his kindness towards me, that whether he rubbed his head, or walked about, or did both, his face was sure to recover its benignant expression as it looked at mine; and he was sure to