"Set 'em out near the hind wheels, child, that's the best place"--said their friend, superintending the arrangements from above. "Now hand up the teapot for a little more hot water, and a pinch of fresh tea, and then both of you eat and drink as much as you can, and don't spare anything; that's all I ask of you." [Illustration] PIP AND JOE GARGERY PIP AND JOE GARGERY _"Great Expectations," Chapter II_ "If you can cough any trifle on it up, Pip, I'd recommend you to do it," said Joe, all aghast. "Manners is manners, but still your elth's your elth." [Illustration] JENNY WREN, THE LITTLE DOLLS' DRESSMAKER JENNY WREN, THE LITTLE DOLLS' DRESSMAKER _"Our Mutual Friend," Chapter I, Book Second_ "Oh! I know their tricks and their manners." [Illustration] OLIVER'S FIRST MEETING WITH THE ARTFUL DODGER OLIVER'S FIRST MEETING WITH THE ARTFUL DODGER _"Oliver Twist," Chapter VIII_ "Hullo, my covey! What's the row?" said this strange young gentleman to Oliver. [Illustration] MRS. KENWIGS AND THE FOUR LITTLE KENWIGSES MRS. KENWIGS AND THE FOUR LITTLE KENWIGSES _"Nicholas Nickleby," Chapter XIV_ "Oh! they're too beautiful to live, much too beautiful!" sobbed Mrs. Kenwigs. On hearing this alarming presentiment ... all four little girls raised a hideous cry, and burying their heads in their mother's lap simultaneously, screamed until the eight flaxen tails vibrated again. [Illustration] THE RUNAWAY COUPLE THE RUNAWAY COUPLE _"Christmas Stories" The Holly-Tree, Second Branch_ So Boots goes up-stairs to the Angel, and there he finds Master Harry on a e-normous sofa,--immense at any time, but looking like the Great Bed of Ware, compared with him, a drying the eyes of Miss Norah with his pocket-hankecher. Their little legs was entirely off the ground, of course, and it really is not possible for Boots to express to me how small them children looked. [Illustration] LITTLE EM'LY LITTLE EM'LY _"David Copperfield," Chapter III_ The light, bold, fluttering little figure turned and came back safe to me, and I soon laughed at my fears, and at the cry I had uttered; fruitlessly in any case, for there was no one near. [Illustration] [Illustration] End of Project Gutenberg's Dickens's Children, by Jessie Willcox Smith