'We'll make room for
you if we can. Don't be so ill-tempered.'
'No blessed creetur as ever I was with in trying times,' returned the
lady, somewhat softened, 'and they're a many in their numbers, ever
brought it as a charge again myself that I was anythin' but mild and
equal in my spirits. Never mind a contradicting of me, if you seem
to feel it does you good, ma'am, I often says, for well you know that
Sairey may be trusted not to give it back again. But I will not denige
that I am worrited and wexed this day, and with good reagion, Lord
forbid!'
By this time, Mrs Gamp (for it was no other than that experienced
practitioner) had, with Tom's assistance, squeezed and worked herself
into a small corner between Ruth and the rail; where, after breathing
very hard for some little time, and performing a short series of
dangerous evolutions with her umbrella, she managed to establish herself
pretty comfortably.
'And which of all them smoking monsters is the Ankworks boat, I wonder.
Goodness me!' cried Mrs Gamp.
'What boat did you want?' asked Ruth.
'The Ankworks package,' Mrs Gamp replied.
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