"But that would hardly be fair," observed Mrs Jared. "Perhaps we had better not go into that part of the business, mum," said Mr Purkis, with dignity. "Elections is things as ladies don't understand; and those in elections have to serve their own friends, and serve out their enemies. What we want to do is to remember Mr Pellet's kindness." "Which we shall never forget," chimed in Mrs Purkis, looking up from her ironing in support of her husband's allusion to Jared's "donus," and a timely loan supplied at a time when Mr Purkis had got himself into what he termed "a mess" by obliging a friend in a bill transaction. "'Taint every one as will put himself to inconvenience and help them as is pushed," said Mr Purkis. "Which it's well enough we know that, Joseph," chimed in Mrs Purkis, halting in her task, and burning the mark of the flat-iron into the garment being smoothed. "There! I must go, if you are going to keep this on," exclaimed Jared, rising from the chair in which he had been fidgeting about until it scraped upon the floor. "I can't stand this, you know," and he glanced from Purkis to his wife, who was wiping her eye upon the corner of her apron. "Don't go, sir, please," exclaimed Purkis; "for I was going to say--to ask, you know--that is, if you wouldn't mind--" Here he made a telegraphic signal with one arm to his wife, and in one sweep indicated "Clear away and lay the cloth." The signal having the effect upon Mrs Purkis of making her dab down an iron and raise the saucepan lid. "We're very homely, Mr Pellet, sir," she said, as she diffused a savoury odour through the little room; "but if you wouldn't mind?" Jared did not wish to stay, but Mrs Jared did, and she had her way, when, over a snug little supper, the pew-opening business was discussed in all its bearings, though frequently during his stay Jared was ready to get up and leave the place in consequence of the beadle's allusions to his kindness. It was very plain, though, that Purkis and his wife looked up to their visitors as people far above the ordinary run; and after their departure, Mr Purkis dabbed himself for five minutes, and then, bringing his hand down upon his counter with a loud spang, he exclaimed, like a monarch bestowing dignities-- "She shall have it, that she shall." "But, Joseph," exclaimed his wife, deprecatingly, "whatever you do, don't commit yourself." "Don't talk stuff," exclaimed Purkis, fiercely. "But it wouldn't be stuff, Joseph, if you was to commit yourself," whimpered Mrs Purkis. "Mrs Purkis, ma'am," said the beadle, donning imaginary robes, "Mr Pellet has asked for the post for a humble friend of his. Mr Pellet's humble friend shall have it, ma'am, or I'll know the reason why. Mr Pellet, ma'am, is our friend; and what's more, or what isn't more--I won't say as to that--Mr Pellet, ma'am, is an ornament to my church, for he's the finest organist in London." Volume 1, Chapter XVII. MRS NIMMER'S SUCCESSOR.