Everything about the place shone clean and bright: the comfortable front kitchen was in order, and tea time was near at hand, when Jared Pellet would descend with Tim Ruggles, grown by long working quite a friend of the family--coming for so much a day and his meals, and ready to do anything, from curtailing the goodly proportions of Jared's old trousers, and making them up for smaller members of the family, and contriving caps out of waistcoats, to acting in various ways as a regular tailor-chemist in the new and useful combinations he could contrive for the little Pellets, of whom one never knew for certain how many Jared had, for if you tried to count them there were always two or three fresh little heads peeping out at you from among Mrs Jared's skirts, like chicks from the wings of a hen. Tea time at last, and things in a satisfactory state of preparation, though, as a matter of course, work was never ended in Duplex Street. Mother and daughter had taken it in turns to change gowns, and to smooth hair; and then Patty had made that pleasant home-like clinking noise so familiar to every Englishman, formed by the setting out of the cups and saucers, and the placing of the spoons in their normal positions. "Ah-h-h! who is touching the sugar?" cried Mrs Jared, in what was meant for the tone of an ogress; but from so pleasant-faced a little body anything like an ogreish sound was out of the question. But the voice had its effect; for a little, plump, sticky fist was snatched from the sugar-basin, though not without drawing with it the depository of sweets, when a large proportion of the sandy-looking necessary was thrown down upon the newly-swept piece of drugget, amidst a violent clattering of teacups, and a buzz of small voices, as though a score of wasps had been attracted to the cloying banquet. "Oh, Totty, Totty!" exclaimed Mrs Jared, popping the baby down upon the old chintz-covered sofa--there always was a baby at Jared's--and then charging the culprit, and a couple more, who had gathered round the spoil. "Oh dear, dear! and Mr Ruggles will be down directly to tea. O Patty, why didn't you mind Totty? See what mischief she has been in; and here's Dicky with quite a handful now." "She was here just this minute," cried Patty from the back kitchen, "and I did not miss her." In fact, it was rather hard to mind Jared's progeny, who, from being confined in a small house, were exceedingly restless--climbing, falling, upsetting candles, cutting fingers, or rolling from the top to the bottom of the kitchen stairs, so that the rag-bag was always in requisition, and tied-up fingers, sticking-plaistered or bruised heads, and abrasions in general were matters of course. "Totty yikes oogar," said the sticky cause of the mischief, in treacly tones.