‟It is gratifying,” said Mrs

Jellyby. It involves the devotion of all my ‟

energies, such as they are; but that is nothing, so that it succeeds; and I

am more confident of success every day. Do you know, Miss Summerson,

I almost wonder that you never turned your thoughts to Africa.”

This application of the subject was really so unexpected to me that I

was quite at a loss how to receive it. I hinted that the climate—

‟The finest climate in the world!” said Mrs. Jellyby.

‟Indeed, ma’am?”

Certainly. With precaution,” said Mrs. Jellyby. You may go into ‟ ‟

Holborn, without precaution, and be run over. You may go into Holborn,

with precaution, and never be run over. Just so with Africa.”

I said, No doubt.” I meant as to Holborn. ‟ ‟If you would like,” said Mrs. Jellyby, putting a number of papers

towards us, to look over some remarks on that head, and on the general ‟

subject, which have been extensively circulated, while I finish a letter I

am now dictating to my eldest daughter, who is my amanuensis—”

The girl at the table left off biting her pen and made a return to our

recognition, which was half bashful and half sulky.

”—I shall then have finished for the present,” proceeded Mrs. Jellyby

with a sweet smile, though my work is never done. Where are you, ‟

Caddy?”

” Presents her compliments to Mr. Swallow, and begs—’” said Caddy. ‛

” And begs,’” said Mrs. Jellyby, dictating, ” to inform him, in reference ‛ ‛

to his letter of inquiry on the African project—’ No, Peepy! Not on my

account!”

Peepy (so self-named) was the unfortunate child who had fallen

downstairs, who now interrupted the correspondence by presenting

himself, with a strip of plaster on his forehead, to exhibit his wounded

knees, in which Ada and I did not know which to pity most—the bruises

or the dirt. Mrs. Jellyby merely added, with the serene composure with

which she said everything, Go along, you naughty Peepy!” and fixed herJellyby. It involves the devotion of all my ‟

energies, such as they are; but that is nothing, so that it succeeds; and I

am more confident of success every day. Do you know, Miss Summerson,

I almost wonder that you never turned your thoughts to Africa.”

This application of the subject was really so unexpected to me that I

was quite at a loss how to receive it. I hinted that the climate—

‟The finest climate in the world!” said Mrs. Jellyby.

‟Indeed, ma’am?”

Certainly. With precaution,” said Mrs. Jellyby. You may go into ‟ ‟

Holborn, without precaution, and be run over. You may go into Holborn,

with precaution, and never be run over. Just so with Africa.”

I said, No doubt.” I meant as to Holborn. ‟ ‟If you would like,” said Mrs. Jellyby, putting a number of papers

towards us, to look over some remarks on that head, and on the general ‟

subject, which have been extensively circulated, while I finish a letter I

am now dictating to my eldest daughter, who is my amanuensis—”

The girl at the table left off biting her pen and made a return to our

recognition, which was half bashful and half sulky.

”—I shall then have finished for the present,” proceeded Mrs. Jellyby

with a sweet smile, though my work is never done. Where are you, ‟

Caddy?”

” Presents her compliments to Mr. Swallow, and begs—’” said Caddy. ‛

” And begs,’” said Mrs. Jellyby, dictating, ” to inform him, in reference ‛ ‛

to his letter of inquiry on the African project—’ No, Peepy! Not on my

account!”

Peepy (so self-named) was the unfortunate child who had fallen

downstairs, who now interrupted the correspondence by presenting

himself, with a strip of plaster on his forehead, to exhibit his wounded

knees, in which Ada and I did not know which to pity most—the bruises

or the dirt. Mrs. Jellyby merely added, with the serene composure with

which she said everything, Go along, you naughty Peepy!” and fixed her