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 great 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.’
‘O! 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. 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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