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natives to turn piano-forte

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natives to turn piano-fortenatives to turn piano-forte by saying, I believe now, Mrs. Jellyby, you ‟

have received as many as from one hundred and fifty to two hundred

letters respecting Africa in a single day, have you not?” or, If my memory ‟

does not deceive me, Mrs. Jellyby, you once mentioned that you had sent

off five thousand circulars from one post-office at one time?”—always

repeating Mrs. Jellyby’s answer to us like an interpreter. During the

whole evening, Mr. Jellyby sat in a corner with his head against the wall

as if he were subject to low spirits. It seemed that he had several times

opened his mouth when alone with Richard after dinner, as if he had

something on his mind, but had always shut it again, to Richard’s

extreme confusion, without saying anything.

Mrs. Jellyby, sitting in quite a nest of waste paper, drank coffee all the

evening and dictated at intervals to her eldest daughter. She also held a

discussion with Mr. Quale, of which the subject seemed to be—if I

understood it—the brotherhood of humanity, and gave utterance to

some beautiful sentiments. I was not so attentive an auditor as I might

have wished to be, however, for Peepy and the other children came

flocking about Ada and me in a corner of the drawing-room to ask for

another story; so we sat down among them and told them in whispers

‟Puss in Boots” and I don’t know what else until Mrs. Jellyby, accidentally

remembering them, sent them to bed. As Peepy cried for me to take him

to bed, I carried him upstairs, where the young woman with the flannel

bandage charged into the midst of the little family like a dragon and

overturned them into cribs.

After that I occupied myself in making our room a little tidy and in

coaxing a very cross fire that had been lighted to burn, which at last it

did, quite brightly. On my return downstairs, I felt that Mrs. Jellyby

looked down upon me rather for being so frivolous, and I was sorry for

it, though at the same time I knew that I had no higher pretensions.

It was nearly midnight before we found an opportunity of going to by saying, I believe now, Mrs. Jellyby, you ‟

have received as many as from one hundred and fifty to two hundred

letters respecting Africa in a single day, have you not?” or, If my memory ‟

does not deceive me, Mrs. Jellyby, you once mentioned that you had sent

off five thousand circulars from one post-office at one time?”—always

repeating Mrs. Jellyby’s answer to us like an interpreter. During the

whole evening, Mr. Jellyby sat in a corner with his head against the wall

as if he were subject to low spirits. It seemed that he had several times

opened his mouth when alone with Richard after dinner, as if he had

something on his mind, but had always shut it again, to Richard’s

extreme confusion, without saying anything.

Mrs. Jellyby, sitting in quite a nest of waste paper, drank coffee all the

evening and dictated at intervals to her eldest daughter. She also held a

discussion with Mr. Quale, of which the subject seemed to be—if I

understood it—the brotherhood of humanity, and gave utterance to

some beautiful sentiments. I was not so attentive an auditor as I might

have wished to be, however, for Peepy and the other children came

flocking about Ada and me in a corner of the drawing-room to ask for

another story; so we sat down among them and told them in whispers

‟Puss in Boots” and I don’t know what else until Mrs. Jellyby, accidentally

remembering them, sent them to bed. As Peepy cried for me to take him

to bed, I carried him upstairs, where the young woman with the flannel

bandage charged into the midst of the little family like a dragon and

overturned them into cribs.

After that I occupied myself in making our room a little tidy and in

coaxing a very cross fire that had been lighted to burn, which at last it

did, quite brightly. On my return downstairs, I felt that Mrs. Jellyby

looked down upon me rather for being so frivolous, and I was sorry for

it, though at the same time I knew that I had no higher pretensions.

It was nearly midnight before we found an opportunity of going to

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