Our Mutual Friend - The Original Classic Edition. Dickens Charles

graciously, would have had small help from him.

       With a ready patient face and manner, and yet with a latent smile that showed a quick enough observation of Mrs Boffin's dress,

       Mr Milvey, in his little book-room--charged with sounds and cries as though the six children above were coming down through the ceiling, and the roasting leg of mutton below were coming up through the floor--listened to Mrs Boffin's statement of her want of an orphan.

       'I think,' said Mr Milvey, 'that you have never had a child of your own, Mr and Mrs Boffin?'

       Never.

       'But, like the Kings and Queens in the Fairy Tales, I suppose you have wished for one?' In a general way, yes.

       Mr Milvey smiled again, as he remarked to himself 'Those kings and queens were always wishing for children.' It occurring to him,

       perhaps, that if they had been Curates, their wishes might have tended in the opposite direction.

       'I think,' he pursued, 'we had better take Mrs Milvey into our Council. She is indispensable to me. If you please, I'll call her.'

       So, Mr Milvey called, 'Margaretta, my dear!' and Mrs Milvey came down. A pretty, bright little woman, something worn by anxi-

       ety, who had repressed many pretty tastes and bright fancies, and substituted in their stead, schools, soup, flannel, coals, and all the week-day cares and Sunday coughs of a large population, young and old. As gallantly had Mr Milvey repressed much in himself that naturally belonged to his old studies and old fellow-students, and taken up among the poor and their children with the hard crumbs of life.

       'Mr and Mrs Boffin, my dear, whose good fortune you have heard of.'

       Mrs Milvey, with the most unaffected grace in the world, congratulated them, and was glad to see them. Yet her engaging face, being an open as well as a perceptive one, was not without her husband's latent smile.

       'Mrs Boffin wishes to adopt a little boy, my dear.'

       Mrs Milvey, looking rather alarmed, her husband added:

       'An orphan, my dear.'

       'Oh!' said Mrs Milvey, reassured for her own little boys.

       'And I was thinking, Margaretta, that perhaps old Mrs Goody's grandchild might answer the purpose.

       'Oh my DEAR Frank! I DON'T think that would do!'

       'No?'

       'Oh NO!'

       The smiling Mrs Boffin, feeling it incumbent on her to take part in the conversation, and being charmed with the emphatic little wife and her ready interest, here offered her acknowledgments and inquired what there was against him?

       'I DON'T think,' said Mrs Milvey, glancing at the Reverend Frank'--and I believe my husband will agree with me when he considers

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       it again--that you could possibly keep that orphan clean from snuff. Because his grandmother takes so MANY ounces, and drops it over him.'

       'But he would not be living with his grandmother then, Margaretta,' said Mr Milvey.

       'No, Frank, but it would be impossible to keep her from Mrs Boffin's house; and the MORE there was to eat and drink there, the oftener she would go. And she IS an inconvenient woman. I HOPE it's not uncharitable to remember that last Christmas Eve she drank eleven cups of tea, and grumbled all the time. And she is NOT a grateful woman, Frank. You recollect her addressing a crowd outside this house, about her wrongs, when, one night after we had gone to bed, she brought back the petticoat of new flannel that had been given her, because it was too short.'

       'That's true,' said Mr Milvey. 'I don't think that would do. Would little Harrison--'

       'Oh, FRANK!' remonstrated his emphatic wife.

       'He has no grandmother, my dear.'

       'No, but I DON'T think Mrs Boffin would like an orphan who squints so MUCH.'

       'That's true again,' said Mr Milvey, becoming haggard with perplexity. 'If a little girl would do--'

       'But, my DEAR Frank, Mrs Boffin wants a boy.'

       'That's true again,' said Mr Milvey. 'Tom Bocker is a nice boy' (thoughtfully).

       'But I DOUBT, Frank,' Mrs Milvey hinted, after a little hesitation, 'if Mrs Boffin wants an orphan QUITE nineteen, who drives a

       cart and waters the roads.'

       Mr Milvey referred the point to Mrs Boffin in a look; on that smiling lady's shaking her black velvet bonnet and bows, he remarked,

       in lower spirits, 'that's true again.'

       'I am sure,' said Mrs Boffin, concerned at giving so much trouble, 'that if I had known you would have taken so much pains, sir--

       and you too, ma' am--I don't think I would have come.'

       'PRAY don't say that!' urged Mrs Milvey.

       'No, don't say that,' assented Mr Milvey, 'because we are so much obliged to you for giving us the preference.' Which Mrs Milvey confirmed; and really the kind, conscientious couple spoke, as if they kept some profitable orphan warehouse and were personally patronized. 'But it is a responsible trust,' added Mr Milvey, 'and difficult to discharge. At the same time, we are naturally very unwilling to lose the chance you so kindly give us, and if you could afford us a day or two to look about us,--you know, Margaretta, we might carefully examine the workhouse, and the Infant School, and your District.'

       'To be SURE!' said the emphatic little wife.

       'We have orphans, I know,' pursued Mr Milvey, quite with the air as if he might have added, 'in stock,' and quite as anxiously as if there were great competition in the business and he were afraid of losing an order, 'over at the clay-pits; but they are employed by relations or friends, and I am afraid it would come at last to a transaction in the way of barter. And even if you exchanged blankets for the child--or books and firing--it would be impossible to prevent their being turned into liquor.'

       Accordingly, it was resolved that Mr and Mrs Milvey should search for an orphan likely to suit, and as free as possible from the foregoing objections, and should communicate again with Mrs Boffin. Then, Mr Boffin took the liberty of mentioning to Mr Milvey that if Mr Milvey would do him the kindness to be perpetually his banker to the extent of 'a twenty-pound note or so,' to be expended without any reference to him, he would be heartily obliged. At this, both Mr Milvey and Mrs Milvey were quite as much pleased as

       if they had no wants of their own, but only knew what poverty was, in the persons of other people; and so the interview terminated

       with satisfaction and good opinion on all sides.

       'Now, old lady,' said Mr Boffin, as they resumed their seats behind the hammer-headed horse and man: 'having made a very agreeable

       visit there, we'll try Wilfer's.'

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       It appeared, on their drawing up at the family gate, that to try Wilfer's was a thing more easily projected than done, on account of the

       extreme difficulty of getting into that establishment; three pulls at the bell producing no external result; though each was attended by audible sounds of scampering and rushing within. At the fourth tug--vindictively administered by the hammer-headed young man--Miss Lavinia appeared, emerging from the house in an accidental manner, with a bonnet and parasol, as designing to take a contemplative walk. The young lady was astonished to find visitors at the gate, and expressed her feelings in appropriate action.

       'Here's Mr and Mrs Boffin!' growled the hammer-headed young man through the bars of the gate, and at the same time shaking it, as if he were on view in a Menagerie; 'they've been here half an hour.'

       'Who did you say?' asked Miss Lavinia.

       'Mr and Mrs BOFFIN' returned the young man, rising into a roar.

       Miss Lavinia tripped up the steps to the house-door, tripped down the steps with the key, tripped across the little garden, and opened the gate. 'Please to walk in,' said Miss Lavinia, haughtily. 'Our servant is out.'

       Mr and Mrs Boffin complying, and pausing in the little