follows the most brilliant _jeu de mot_, as
sombre as the darkness after a forked flash, or as the gardens at the
Crystal Palace after the last bouquet of fireworks.
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Conversation is like a boot. When damped it loses its polish.
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[The above remarks occasioned by no one having taken any notice of my
epigram, and Milburd only replying to it by saying, "Oh! bosh!"]
[Illustration]
I've just tried to draw a firework in my pocket-book. It doesn't exactly
express my idea. But is a very good sketch of a joke which has failed.
This evening I am melancholy.
CHAPTER XIV.
OUR POSTAL ARRANGEMENTS.
Knock at the door.
Complaints made to the President of Happy-Thought Hall of the
non-delivery or late delivery of letters, and newspapers.
I promise to see to it.
"George," I say to our servant, "let me see the postman when he comes."
George grins, says Yes. Exit George.
Why does he grin?
Half an hour after this I am in the yard. I hear a shrill piping voice.
It says, "It carnt b' elped n'ow. 'Taint no farlt o' mine. It's them at
th' office as is irregylar. I says to them, I do, allus; come now, I
says, you ain't to your time, I says, which you carnt say to me all the
years as I've been up-a-down on this road, summer nor winter, and no
one never lost nothin' nor complainin'. Tell the gendlemun fromme
as----" here I step in, and interrupt an old woman talking. I ask. "Has
the postman come?"
The old woman with a bag bobs a curtsey, and says,
[Illustration: "I'M THE POSTMAN, SIR."]
And so she is; and has "carried the bag"--only without the dishonesty of
a Judas--for the last twenty years. Wonderful old lady. About seventy,
and walks twelve miles, at least, in all weathers, every day of her
life.
A little girl, her granddaughter, walks by her side, and a sharp terrier
accompanies the pair.
Poor old woman! blind.
I am disarmed.
The little girl informs me that "it's the folks at the post office as is
wrong."
Generally true.
"Good-bye old Martha, and here's a Christmas-box for you."
"Ar, thank'ee kindly, sir."
[Illustration]
CHAPTER XV.
MRS. BOODELS--BOODELS--HIS GRANDMOTHER'S OBSERVATION--HER FATE
SEALED--THE COMEDY--HER DEPOSITION--NEW PROPOSAL--AWKWARD--MILBURD'S
RELATION--INVITATION--THE DINNER HOUR--RE
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