Children's own library . evening!Well! Next day you go out visiting, I know. Ill meetyou there, and bring my wife that is to be. Itll do hergood. Youre agreeable? Thankee. Whats that? It was a loud cry from the Carriers wife; a loud,sharp, sudden cry, that made the room ring like a glassvessel. She had risen from her seat, and stood like onetransfixed by terror and surprise. The Stranger hadadvanced toward the fire, to warm himself, and stoodwithin a short stride of her chair. But quite still. Dot! cried the Carrier. Mary! Darling! whatsthe matter ? Are you ill ? what is it ? Tell me, dear! Sh
Children's own library . evening!Well! Next day you go out visiting, I know. Ill meetyou there, and bring my wife that is to be. Itll do hergood. Youre agreeable? Thankee. Whats that? It was a loud cry from the Carriers wife; a loud,sharp, sudden cry, that made the room ring like a glassvessel. She had risen from her seat, and stood like onetransfixed by terror and surprise. The Stranger hadadvanced toward the fire, to warm himself, and stoodwithin a short stride of her chair. But quite still. Dot! cried the Carrier. Mary! Darling! whatsthe matter ? Are you ill ? what is it ? Tell me, dear! She only answered by beating her hands together, andfalling into a wild fit of laughter. Then, sinking fromhis grasp upon the ground, she covered her face withher apron, and wept bitterly. And then, she laughed THE CRICKET ON THE HEARTH. 29 again; and then, she cried again; and then, she said howcold it was, and suffered him to lead her to the fire,where she sat down as before. The old man standing, asbefore; quite 30 THE CRICKET ON THE HEARTH. Im better, John, she said. Im quite well now—I » John! But John was on the other side of her. Whyturn her face toward the strange old gentleman, as ifaddressing him! Was her brain wandering ! Only a fancy, John, dear, a kind of shock—a some-thing coming suddenly before my eyes—I dont knowwhat it was. Its quite gone; quite gone. Im glad its gone, muttered Tackleton, turning theexpressive eye all round the room. I wonder whereits gone, and what it was. Humph! Caleb, comehere! Whos that with the gray hair? I dont know, Sir, returned Caleb in a see him before, in all my life. A beautifulfigure for a nut-cracker; quite a new model. With ascrew-jaw opening down into his waistcoat, hed belovely. Not ugly enough, said Tackleton. Or for a firebox, either, observed Caleb, in deepcontemplation, what a model! Unscrew his head toput the matches in; turn him heels upard for the light;and what a firebox for a gentlemans mantl
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