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dinner…time； and nothing less regular in its coming round than dinner。
That's the great difference between 'em。 It's took me a long time to find
it out。 I wonder whether it would be worth any gentleman's while； now；
to buy that obserwation for the Papers； or the Parliament！'
Toby was only joking； for he gravely shook his head in self…
depreciation。
'Why！ Lord！' said Toby。 'The Papers is full of obserwations as it is；
and so's the Parliament。 Here's last week's paper； now；' taking a very
dirty one from his pocket； and holding it from him at arm's length； 'full of
obserwations！ Full of obserwations！ I like to know the news as well as
any man；' said Toby； slowly； folding it a little smaller； and putting it in his
pocket again： 'but it almost goes against the grain with me to read a
paper now。 It frightens me almost。 I don't know what we poor people
are coming to。 Lord send we may be coming to something better in the
New Year nigh upon us！'
'Why； father； father！' said a pleasant voice； hard by。
But Toby； not hearing it； continued to trot backwards and forwards：
musing as he went； and talking to himself。
'It seems as if we can't go right； or do right； or be righted；' said Toby。
'I hadn't much schooling； myself； when I was young； and I can't make out
whether we have any business on the face of the earth； or not。
Sometimes I think we must have … a little； and sometimes I think we must
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be intruding。 I get so puzzled sometimes that I am not even able to make
up my mind whether there is any good at all in us； or whether we are born
bad。 We seem to be dreadful things； we seem to give a deal of trouble；
we are always being complained of and guarded against。 One way or
other； we fill the papers。 Talk of a New Year！' said Toby； mournfully。 'I
can bear up as well as another man at most times； better than a good many；
for I am as strong as a lion； and all men an't； but supposing it should really
be that we have no right to a New Year … supposing we really ARE
intruding … '
'Why； father； father！' said the pleasant voice again。
Toby heard it this time； started； stopped； and shortening his sight；
which had been directed a long way off as seeking the enlightenment in
the very heart of the approaching year； found himself face to face with his
own child； and looking close into her eyes。
Bright eyes they were。 Eyes that would bear a world of looking in；
before their depth was fathomed。 Dark eyes； that reflected back the eyes
which searched them； not flashingly； or at the owner's will； but with a
clear； calm； honest； patient radiance； claiming kindred with that light
which Heaven called into being。 Eyes that were beautiful and true； and
beaming with Hope。 With Hope so young and fresh； with Hope so
buoyant； vigorous； and bright； despite the twenty years of work and
poverty on which they had looked； that they became a voice to Trotty
Veck； and said： 'I think we have some business here … a little！'
Trotty kissed the lips belonging to the eyes； and squeezed the
blooming face between his hands。
'Why； Pet；' said Trotty。 'What's to do？ I didn't expect you to… day；
Meg。'
'Neither did I expect to come； father；' cried the girl； nodding her head
and smiling as she spoke。 'But here I am！ And not alone； not alone！'
'Why you don't mean to say；' observed Trotty； looking curiously at a
covered basket which she carried in her hand； 'that you … '
'Smell it； father dear；' said Meg。 'Only smell it！'
Trotty was going to lift up the cover at once； in a great hurry； when she
gaily interposed her hand。
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'No； no； no；' said Meg； with the glee of a child。 'Lengthen it out a
little。 Let me just lift up the corner； just the lit…tle ti…ny cor…ner； you
know；' said Meg； suiting the action to the word with the utmost gentleness；
and speaking very softly； as if she were afraid of being overheard by
something inside the basket； 'there。 Now。 What's that？'
Toby took the shortest possible sniff at the edge of the basket； and
cried out in a rapture：
'Why； it's hot！'
'It's burning hot！' cried Meg。 'Ha； ha； ha！ It's scalding hot！'
'Ha； ha； ha！' roared Toby； with a sort of kick。 'It's scalding hot！'
'But what is it； father？' said Meg。 'Come。 You haven't guessed what
it is。 And you must guess what it is。 I can't think of taking it out； till
you guess what it is。 Don't be in such a hurry！ Wait a minute！ A little
bit more of the cover。 Now guess！'
Meg was in a perfect fright lest he should guess right too soon；
shrinking away； as she held the basket towards him； curling up her pretty
shoulders； stopping her ear with her hand； as if by so doing she could keep
the right word out of Toby's lips； and laughing softly the whole time。
Meanwhile Toby； putting a hand on each knee； bent down his nose to
the basket； and took a long inspiration at the lid； the grin upon his
withered face expanding in the process； as if he were inhaling laughing
gas。
'Ah！ It's very nice；' said Toby。 'It an't … I suppose it an't Polonies？'
'No； no； no！' cried Meg； delighted。 'Nothing like Polonies！'
'No；' said Toby； after another sniff。 'It's … it's mellower than Polonies。
It's very nice。 It improves every moment。 It's too decided for Trotters。
An't it？'
Meg was in an ecstasy。 He could not have gone wider of the mark
than Trotters … except Polonies。
'Liver？' said Toby； communing with himself。 'No。 There's a
mildness about it that don't answer to liver。 Pettitoes？ No。 It an't faint
enough for pettitoes。 It wants the stringiness of Cocks' heads。 And I
know it an't sausages。 I'll tell you what it is。 It's chitterlings！'
'No； it an't！' cried Meg； in a burst of delight。 'No； it an't！'
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'Why； what am I a…thinking of！' said Toby； suddenly recovering a
position as near the perpendicular as it was possible for him to assume。 'I
shall forget my own name next。 It's tripe！'
Tripe it was； and Meg； in high joy； protested he should say； in half a
minute more； it was the best tripe ever stewed。
'And so；' said Meg； busying herself exultingly with the basket； 'I'll lay
the cloth at once； father； for I have brought the tripe in a basin； and tied the
basin up in a pocket…handkerchief； and if I like to be proud for once； and
spread that for a cloth； and call it a cloth； there's no law to prevent me； is
there； father？'
'Not that I know of； my dear；' said Toby。 'But they're always a…
bringing up some new law or other。'
'And according to what I was reading you in the paper the other day；
father； what the Judge said； you know； we poor people are supposed to
know them all。 Ha ha！ What a mistake！ My goodness me； how clever
they think us！'
'Yes； my dear；' cried Trotty； 'and they'd be very fond of any one of us
that DID know 'em all。 He'd grow fat upon the work he'd get； that man；
and be popular with the gentlefolks in his neighbourhood。 Very much so！'
'He'd eat his dinner with an appetite； whoever he was； if it smelt like
this；' said Meg； cheerfully。 'Make haste； for there's a hot potato besides；
and half a pint of fresh…drawn beer in a bottle。 Where will you dine； father？
On the Post； or on the Steps？ Dear； dear； how grand we are。 Two
places to choose from！'
'The steps to…day； my Pet；' said Trotty。