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Rh myself), and had it roasted at three, with a good pudding afterwards; and a glorious bowl of punch. "Here’s a health to you, dear girls," says I, "and you, ma, and good luck to all three, and as you've not eaten a morsel, I hope you won't object to a glass of punch. It’s the old stuff, you know, ma’am, that that Waters sent to my father fifteen years ago."

Six o’clock came, and with it came a fine barouche, as I live! Captain Waters was on the box (it was his coach); that old thief, Bates, jumped out, entered my house, and, before I could say Jack Robinson, whipped off mamma to the carriage; the girls followed, just giving me a hasty shake of the hand, and as mamma was helped in, Mary Waters, who was sitting inside, flung her arms round her, and round the girls, and the Doctor, who acted footman, jumped on the box, and off they went; taking no more notice of me than if I’d been a nonentity.

There’s the picture of the whole business;—that’s mamma and Miss Waters sitting kissing each other in the carriage, with the two girls in the back seat; Waters