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Mr
Garland
has
a
coach
waiting
in
a
neighbouring
street
,
and
,
taking
Kit
inside
with
him
,
bids
the
man
drive
home
.
At
first
,
they
can
only
travel
at
a
foot
pace
,
and
then
with
torches
going
on
before
,
because
of
the
heavy
fog
.
But
,
as
they
get
farther
from
the
river
,
and
leave
the
closer
portions
of
the
town
behind
,
they
are
able
to
dispense
with
this
precaution
and
to
proceed
at
a
brisker
rate
.
On
the
road
,
hard
galloping
would
be
too
slow
for
Kit
;
but
,
when
they
are
drawing
near
their
journey
’
s
end
,
he
begs
they
may
go
more
slowly
,
and
,
when
the
house
appears
in
sight
,
that
they
may
stop
—
only
for
a
minute
or
two
,
to
give
him
time
to
breathe
.
But
there
is
no
stopping
then
,
for
the
old
gentleman
speaks
stoutly
to
him
,
the
horses
mend
their
pace
,
and
they
are
already
at
the
garden
-
gate
.
Next
minute
,
they
are
at
the
door
.
There
is
a
noise
of
tongues
,
and
tread
of
feet
,
inside
.
It
opens
.
Kit
rushes
in
,
and
finds
his
mother
clinging
round
his
neck
.
And
there
,
too
,
is
the
ever
faithful
Barbara
’
s
mother
,
still
holding
the
baby
as
if
she
had
never
put
it
down
since
that
sad
day
when
they
little
hoped
to
have
such
joy
as
this
—
there
she
is
,
Heaven
bless
her
,
crying
her
eyes
out
,
and
sobbing
as
never
woman
sobbed
before
;
and
there
is
little
Barbara
—
poor
little
Barbara
,
so
much
thinner
and
so
much
paler
,
and
yet
so
very
pretty
—
trembling
like
a
leaf
and
supporting
herself
against
the
wall
;
and
there
is
Mrs
Garland
,
neater
and
nicer
than
ever
,
fainting
away
stone
dead
with
nobody
to
help
her
;
and
there
is
Mr
Abel
,
violently
blowing
his
nose
,
and
wanting
to
embrace
everybody
;
and
there
is
the
single
gentleman
hovering
round
them
all
,
and
constant
to
nothing
for
an
instant
;
and
there
is
that
good
,
dear
,
thoughtful
little
Jacob
,
sitting
all
alone
by
himself
on
the
bottom
stair
,
with
his
hands
on
his
knees
like
an
old
man
,
roaring
fearfully
without
giving
any
trouble
to
anybody
;
and
each
and
all
of
them
are
for
the
time
clean
out
of
their
wits
,
and
do
jointly
and
severally
commit
all
manner
of
follies
.
And
even
when
the
rest
have
in
some
measure
come
to
themselves
again
,
and
can
find
words
and
smiles
,
Barbara
—
that
soft
-
hearted
,
gentle
,
foolish
little
Barbara
—
is
suddenly
missed
,
and
found
to
be
in
a
swoon
by
herself
in
the
back
parlour
,
from
which
swoon
she
falls
into
hysterics
,
and
from
which
hysterics
into
a
swoon
again
,
and
is
,
indeed
,
so
bad
,
that
despite
a
mortal
quantity
of
vinegar
and
cold
water
she
is
hardly
a
bit
better
at
last
than
she
was
at
first
.
Then
,
Kit
’
s
mother
comes
in
and
says
,
will
he
come
and
speak
to
her
;
and
Kit
says
‘
Yes
,
’
and
goes
;
and
he
says
in
a
kind
voice
‘
Barbara
!
’
and
Barbara
’
s
mother
tells
her
that
‘
it
’
s
only
Kit
;
’
and
Barbara
says
(
with
her
eyes
closed
all
the
time
)
‘
Oh
!
but
is
it
him
indeed
?
’
and
Barbara
’
s
mother
says
‘
To
be
sure
it
is
,
my
dear
;
there
’
s
nothing
the
matter
now
.
’
And
in
further
assurance
that
he
’
s
safe
and
sound
,
Kit
speaks
to
her
again
;
and
then
Barbara
goes
off
into
another
fit
of
laughter
,
and
then
into
another
fit
of
crying
;
and
then
Barbara
’
s
mother
and
Kit
’
s
mother
nod
to
each
other
and
pretend
to
scold
her
—
but
only
to
bring
her
to
herself
the
faster
,
bless
you
!
—
and
being
experienced
matrons
,
and
acute
at
perceiving
the
first
dawning
symptoms
of
recovery
,
they
comfort
Kit
with
the
assurance
that
‘
she
’
ll
do
now
,
’
and
so
dismiss
him
to
the
place
from
whence
he
came
.
Well
!
In
that
place
(
which
is
the
next
room
)
there
are
decanters
of
wine
,
and
all
that
sort
of
thing
,
set
out
as
grand
as
if
Kit
and
his
friends
were
first
-
rate
company
;
and
there
is
little
Jacob
,
walking
,
as
the
popular
phrase
is
,
into
a
home
-
made
plum
-
cake
,
at
a
most
surprising
pace
,
and
keeping
his
eye
on
the
figs
and
oranges
which
are
to
follow
,
and
making
the
best
use
of
his
time
,
you
may
believe
.
Kit
no
sooner
comes
in
,
than
that
single
gentleman
(
never
was
such
a
busy
gentleman
)
charges
all
the
glasses
—
bumpers
—
and
drinks
his
health
,
and
tells
him
he
shall
never
want
a
friend
while
he
lives
;
and
so
does
Mr
Garland
,
and
so
does
Mrs
Garland
,
and
so
does
Mr
Abel
.
But
even
this
honour
and
distinction
is
not
all
,
for
the
single
gentleman
forthwith
pulls
out
of
his
pocket
a
massive
silver
watch
—
going
hard
,
and
right
to
half
a
second
—
and
upon
the
back
of
this
watch
is
engraved
Kit
’
s
name
,
with
flourishes
all
over
;
and
in
short
it
is
Kit
’
s
watch
,
bought
expressly
for
him
,
and
presented
to
him
on
the
spot
.
You
may
rest
assured
that
Mr
and
Mrs
Garland
can
’
t
help
hinting
about
their
present
,
in
store
,
and
that
Mr
Abel
tells
outright
that
he
has
his
;
and
that
Kit
is
the
happiest
of
the
happy
.
There
is
one
friend
he
has
not
seen
yet
,
and
as
he
cannot
be
conveniently
introduced
into
the
family
circle
,
by
reason
of
his
being
an
iron
-
shod
quadruped
,
Kit
takes
the
first
opportunity
of
slipping
away
and
hurrying
to
the
stable
.
The
moment
he
lays
his
hand
upon
the
latch
,
the
pony
neighs
the
loudest
pony
’
s
greeting
;
before
he
has
crossed
the
threshold
,
the
pony
is
capering
about
his
loose
box
(
for
he
brooks
not
the
indignity
of
a
halter
)
,
mad
to
give
him
welcome
;
and
when
Kit
goes
up
to
caress
and
pat
him
,
the
pony
rubs
his
nose
against
his
coat
,
and
fondles
him
more
lovingly
than
ever
pony
fondled
man
.
It
is
the
crowning
circumstance
of
his
earnest
,
heartfelt
reception
;
and
Kit
fairly
puts
his
arm
round
Whisker
’
s
neck
and
hugs
him
.
But
how
comes
Barbara
to
trip
in
there
?
and
how
smart
she
is
again
!
she
has
been
at
her
glass
since
she
recovered
.
