I have know'd that sweetest and best of
women,' said Mrs Gamp, shaking her head, and shedding tears, 'ever since
afore her First, which Mr Harris who was dreadful timid went and stopped
his ears in a empty dog-kennel, and never took his hands away or come
out once till he was showed the baby, wen bein' took with fits, the
doctor collared him and laid him on his back upon the airy stones, and
she was told to ease her mind, his owls was organs. And I have know'd
her, Betsey Prig, when he has hurt her feelin' art by sayin' of his
Ninth that it was one too many, if not two, while that dear innocent was
cooin' in his face, which thrive it did though bandy, but I have never
know'd as you had occagion to be glad, Betsey, on accounts of Mrs Harris
not requiring you. Require she never will, depend upon it, for her
constant words in sickness is, and will be, "Send for Sairey?"'
During this touching address, Mrs Prig adroitly feigning to be the
victim of that absence of mind which has its origin in excessive
attention to one topic, helped herself from the teapot without appearing
to observe it.
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