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245 stage that was ever known, being able to sing and recite in a manner that brought the tears into Mrs Kenwigs’s eyes. There was only one drawback upon the pleasure of seeing such friends, and that was, that the lady in the back-parlour, who was very fat, and turned of sixty, came in a low book-muslin dress and short kid gloves, which so exasperated Mrs Kenwigs, that that lady assured her visitors, in private, that if it hadn’t happened that the supper was cooking at the back-parlour grate at that moment, she certainly would have requested its representative to withdraw. ‘My dear,’ said Mr Kenwigs, ‘wouldn’t it be better to begin a round game?’ ‘Kenwigs, my dear,’ returned his wife, ‘I am surprised at you. Would you begin without my uncle?’ ‘I forgot the collector,’ said Kenwigs; ‘oh no, that would never do.’ ‘He’s so particular,’ said Mrs Kenwigs, turning to the other married lady, ‘that if we began without him, I should be out of his will for ever.’ ‘Dear!’ cried the married lady. ‘You’ve no idea what he is,’ replied Mrs Kenwigs; ‘and yet as good a creature as ever breathed.’ ‘The kindest-hearted man as ever was,’ said Kenwigs. ‘It goes to his heart, I believe, to be forced to cut the water off, when the people don’t pay,’ observed the bachelor friend, intending a joke. ‘George,’ said Mr Kenwigs, solemnly, ‘none of that, if you please.’ ‘It was only my joke,’ said the friend, abashed. ‘George,’ rejoined Mr Kenwigs, ‘a joke is a wery good thing--a |
