The Cricket on the Hearth: A Fairy Tale of HomeDickens, Charles
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The Cricket on the Hearth: A Fairy Tale of Home
Dickens, Charles
Christmas stories, English; England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Holidays -- Fiction
"Yes?" said the Carrier, with his eyes attracted to her face by the
great earnestness of her manner. "I am glad you feel so certain of it,
because it's a confirmation to me. It's curious that he should have
taken it into his head to ask leave to go on lodging with us; an't it?
Things come about so strangely."
"So very strangely," she rejoined in a low voice: scarcely audible.
"However, he's a good-natured old gentleman," said John, "and pays as a
gentleman, and I think his word is to be relied upon, like a
gentleman's. I had quite a long talk with him this morning: he can hear
me better already, he says, as he gets more used to my voice. He told me
a great deal about himself, and I told him a good deal about myself, and
a rare lot of questions he asked me. I gave him information about my
having two beats, you know, in my business; one day to the right from
our house and back again; another day to the left from our house and
back again (for he's a stranger and don't know the names of places about
here); and he seemed quite pleased. 'Why, then I shall be returning home
to-night your way,' he says, 'when I thought you'd be coming in an
exactly opposite direction. That's capital. I may trouble you for
another lift perhaps, but I'll engage not to fall so sound asleep
again.' He _was_ sound asleep, sure-ly!--Dot! what are you thinking of?"
"Thinking of, John? I--I was listening to you."
"Oh! That's all right!" said the honest Carrier. "I was afraid, from the
look of your face, that I had gone rambling on so long, as to set you
thinking about something else. I was very near it, I'll be bound."
Dot making no reply, they jogged on, for some little time, in silence.
But it was not easy to remain silent very long in John Peerybingle's
cart, for everybody on the road had something to say; and though it
might only be "How are you!" and indeed it was very often nothing else,
still, to give that back again in the right spirit of cordiality,
required, not merely a nod and a smile, but as wholesome an action of
the lungs withal, as a long-winded Parliamentary speech. Sometimes,
passengers on foot, or horseback, plodded on a little way beside the
cart, for the express purpose of having a chat; and then there was a
great deal to be said, on both sides.
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