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The child, who had been wound up like a musical
snuff-box, then went off as follows:
'Bah, bah, back sheep, have 'ou any 'ool?
Ess, marry, have I, three bags full;
Un for ye master, un for ye dame,
Un for ye 'ittle boy 'ot 'uns about ye 'are.'
But unfortunately, Mr. Sponge was busy with his breakfast, and the prodigy
wasted his sweetness on the desert air.
Mrs. Jogglebury, who had sat listening in ecstasies, saw the offended eye
and pouting lip of the boy, and attempted to make up with exclamations of
'That _is_ a clever fellow! That _is_ a wonder!' at the same time showing
him the sugar.
'A little more (puff) tea, my (wheeze) dear,' said Jogglebury, thrusting
his great cup up the table.
'Hush! Jog, hush!' exclaimed Mrs. Crowdey, holding up her forefinger, and
looking significantly first at him, and then at the urchin.
'Now, "Obin and Ichard," my darling,' continued she, addressing herself
coaxingly to Gustavus James.
'No, _not_ "Obin and Ichard,"' replied the child peevishly.
'Yes, my darling, _do_, that's a treasure.


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