Children's own library . sobbed Dot, now speaking for herself, asshe had burned to do, all through this narrative; andwhen she knew his purpose, she advised him by allmeans to keep his secret close; for his old friend JohnPeerybingle was tooopen in his nature,and too clumsy in allartifice — being aclumsy man in gen-eral, said Dot, halflaughing and half cry-ing—to keep it forhim. And when she—thats me, John,sobbed the little wo-man— told him all,and how his sweethearthad believed him to bedead; and how she had at last been over-persuadedby her mother into a marriage which the silly dearold thin
Children's own library . sobbed Dot, now speaking for herself, asshe had burned to do, all through this narrative; andwhen she knew his purpose, she advised him by allmeans to keep his secret close; for his old friend JohnPeerybingle was tooopen in his nature,and too clumsy in allartifice — being aclumsy man in gen-eral, said Dot, halflaughing and half cry-ing—to keep it forhim. And when she—thats me, John,sobbed the little wo-man— told him all,and how his sweethearthad believed him to bedead; and how she had at last been over-persuadedby her mother into a marriage which the silly dearold thing called advantageous; and when she—thatsme again, John—told him they were not yet mar-ried (though close upon it), and that it would benothing but a sacrifice if it went on, for there was nolo^e on her side; aud when he went nearly mad with joyto hear it; then she—thats me again—said she would gobetween them, as she had often done before in old times,John, and would sound his sweetheart and be sure that. THE CRICKET ON THE HEARTH. 101 what she—me again, John—said and thought was it was right, John. And they were brought to-gether, John! And they were married, John, an hourago! And heres the Bride! And Gruff and Tackletonmay die a bachelor! And Im a happy little woman,May, God bless you! She was an irresistible little woman, if that be any-thing to the purpose; and never so completely irresisti-ble as in her present transports. There never were con-gratulations so endearing and delicious, as those shelavished on herself and on the Bride. Amid the tumult of emotions in his breast the honestCarrier had stood, confounded. Flying, now, towardher, Dot stretched out her hand to stop him, and re-treated as before. No, John, no! Hear all! Dont love me any more,John, till youve heard every word I have to say. Itwas wrong to have a secret from you, John. Im verysorry. I didnt think it any harm, till I came and satdown by you on the little stool last night; b
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