"Nay, you will coddle me too much--you have made me too luxurious a Fellow already. You don't suppose I had all these Vagaries in _Shoreditch_, do you? I want to be there again, though!--I long to return to my poor People; only, I don't know that my Voice is yet strong enough, either for Preaching or Reading. I must make Trial of it, Mrs. _Patty_; I must begin by small Degrees. I was thinking, that if you happened to be by yourselves this Evening, it might not be unagreeable to you for me to come down and read to you all for a little While--just for Practice." "By ourselves, Sir?--My _Father_ may or may not be at Home; we are unlikely to have any one else; and I am sure your Plan will be a very delightful one to ourselves." "Very well; we will wait till the Time comes, then, to see if it be convenient. You are all well this Morning, I hope? Your _Mother_, and _Sister_, and Mrs. _Gatty_?" "All well, I kindly thank you, Sir.--I hear myself called ... I believe I am wanted in the Shop." I made use of the first spare Moment, to run and place the Foot-stool and Cushion under the Elms, and then returned to my Post behind the Counter. In the course of the Afternoon, enters Mr. _Caryl_, who salutes me with easy Urbanity. "Good Morning, Ma'am," says he; "pray, is Mr. _Fenwick_ within?" "I believe, Sir, he is sitting under the Elms in our little Pleasure-Ground," said I; "I will show you the Way." "There's no Need; I know it already," says he. "Pray, don't trouble yourself." However, I knew what were Manners. "Ha!" said he, as we passed through the Parlour, which happened to be vacant, "what a pleasant Evening we had in this Room last Night, and how funnily it ended!--Pray, Ma'am, has the Gentleman yet found his five Senses?" And I saw he was brimful of Mirth, that was ready to explode at the merest Word. "Sir," said I, "allow me to say that you did not know where the Gift of that Speech lay last Night. My _Father_ had presented my _Mother_ with a Group of Porcelain Figures, representing the Five Senses, which she, in her Care for them, had put away." "Was that all?" cried he, his Countenance immediately changing. "Oh, I see!--aye, aye--How absurd my Blunder was! Upon my Word, Ma'am, I beg your Pardon for having been so unmannerly. Shocking! shameful!" Here we came upon Mr. _Fenwick_, who finding himself exposed to a chill Current of Air under the Elms, had got under the Shelter of the House, where my _Father_ had set up a pretty enough rustical Seat, just outside of our Dairy Wire-Lattice. Hence it came to pass that I, being presently engaged in seeing the Afternoon Milk brought in, heard a good deal of what passed between the two Gentlemen, whether I would or no.