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284 Dora said, "It is a pity some one doesn't tell him this isn't the house." And then from inside the cab some one put out a foot feeling for the step, like a tortoise's foot coming out from under his shell when you are holding him off the ground, and then a leg came and more parcels, and then Noël cried&mdash;

"It's the poor Indian!"

And it was.

Eliza opened the door, and we were all leaning over the banisters. Father heard the noise of parcels and boxes in the hall, and he came out without remembering how bad his cold was. If you do that yourself when you have a cold they call you careless and naughty. Then we heard the poor Indian say to Father&mdash;

"I say, Dick, I dined with your kids yesterday&mdash;as I daresay they've told you. Jolliest little cubs I ever saw! Why didn't you let me see them the other night? The eldest is the image of poor Janey&mdash;and as to young Oswald, he's a man! If he's not a man, I'm a nigger! Eh!&mdash;what? And Dick, I say, I shouldn't wonder if I could find a friend to put a bit into that business of yours&mdash;eh?"

Then he and Father went into the study and the door was shut&mdash;and we went down and