Tetterby. "Oh
nothing - there! And again if you like, oh nothing - there! And
again if you like, oh nothing - now then!"
Mr. Tetterby brought his eye to bear upon the partner of his bosom,
and said, in mild astonishment:
"My little woman, what has put you out?"
"I'm sure I don't know," she retorted. "Don't ask me. Who said I
was put out at all? I never did."
Mr. Tetterby gave up the perusal of his newspaper as a bad job,
and, taking a slow walk across the room, with his hands behind him,
and his shoulders raised - his gait according perfectly with the
resignation of his manner - addressed himself to his two eldest
offspring.
"Your supper will be ready in a minute, 'Dolphus," said Mr.
Tetterby. "Your mother has been out in the wet, to the cook's
shop, to buy it. It was very good of your mother so to do. YOU
shall get some supper too, very soon, Johnny. Your mother's
pleased with you, my man, for being so attentive to your precious
sister."
Mrs. Tetterby, without any remark, but with a decided subsidence of
her animosity towards the table, finished her preparations, and
took, from her ample basket, a substantial slab of hot pease
pudding wrapped in paper, and a basin covered with a saucer, which,
on being uncovered, sent forth an odour so agreeable, that the
three pair of eyes in the two beds opened wide and fixed themselves
upon the banquet.
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