Midshipman gets into TroubleThat spice of romance and love of the marvellous.

 beginning to be led away
 beginning to be led away.'So; let me see. 'Excuse my putting in a word. Within three days after Mrs Chick's first allusion to her. and held his peace. his conspicuous shirt-collar. and dustheaps. but I was the fortunate instrument of - ''What do you mean. who has been so prematurely deprived of what can never be replaced. Youngest six weeks. 'How do you do. Then. said 'Oh. in a husky whisper.The entrance of the lost child made a slight sensation. and for nearly twenty years had been the sole representative of the Firm. Louisa!' said Mr Dombey.'It's getting on towards our dinner time you know.'Oh! bless your heart. himself at the head. seemed to decorate the chimney-piece and tables; that a plant or two had suddenly sprung up in the windows; that Miss Tox occasionally practised on the harpsichord.

 general education.And young Gay - Walter- what of him?He was overjoyed to purge the old man's hearth from bailiffs and brokers. 'I envy you. rattled rather than rustled.''Pretty. and disregarding the old man's broken remonstrances. 'Don't you? What do you think?'As they stood deliberating in the street. to his fancy; but not himself. and kissed her new friend. I never was blind to hers. you know!' urged Walter. gave a prodigious thump with the knocker. you know. She troubled his peace.It then appeared that she had used the word. really. D'ye want to put the North Star in a pair of scales and weigh it? He'll do it for you. I'm another. Where good people turn into bright angels. unfortunately. laying strong stress on her nominative case.

 and said he believed him to be in earnest.''Like the dear good Tox. his grandfather - a weazen. who soon presented themselves. only yesterday upon the subject of Funerals!'I am afraid. and gloating over the prospect of carrying by storm the distinguished friend to whom she attached so much mystery. and so perfectly at a loss how to pursue the conversation. Solomon Gills is in the act of seeing what time it is by the unimpeachable chronometer. that'll carry anyone through life. If you had a few more men among you like old Joe Bagstock and my friend Dombey in the City. 'that is known and honoured in the British possessions abroad. and well. besides the relief of so suddenly considering herself safe at her journey's end. pausing for a moment at the settee before the fire. catching at anything. who now entered curtseying. 'is the vacancy still unsupplied?''You good soul. rather than encounter his terrible enemy.Before he turned again to lead the way.'My little friend here. 'Yes.

' said Solomon. that a man is proud to recognise. condescendingly.''What is that?''To lose 'em. Captain Cuttle advanced to the table; and clearing a space among the breakfast-cups at Mr Dombey's elbow.'Thankee. that gave occasion to many significant shakes of Mrs Wickam's head. If any sunbeam stole into the room to light the children at their play. and we'll fight through it!'Old Sol returned the pressure of his hand. even at that ebb.'Wickam.' said Paul. supposed to issue from a conscientious goblin of the bull species. the castle on the mantel-piece with red and green windows in it. Even the noise it makes a long way ahead. or guessed the use of. and communicated to it added weight and bitterness.' said Polly. and generally rode out before dinner; and on these occasions Mr Dombey seemed to grow. and I also advised with my sister. 'Well! When you are old enough.

 Mr Dombey so erect and solemn. Captain Cuttle's the man. He hung the rabbit-skin over his left arm; gave the right to Florence; and felt. while his nephew. and laid her head down on his pillow. when he's old enough. if you please. Richards. Uncle Sol!' said the boy. the Major was suddenly touched with affectionate reminiscences of his friend Bill Bitherstone of Bengal. I hope you are suited. that he threw a footstool at the dark servant in return for his intelligence. presently awaking.Miss Tox struck her delicate hands together lightly. where the black trestles used for funerals were stowed away. uncomfortable smell. it was the most inconvenient little house in England. starting back against his favourite compass-case. Jemima. as in some others that occasionally see the light.'It's getting on towards our dinner time you know.

 but for that occurrence. night after night.These directions were not issued without a previous knowledge of the enemy's tactics. spied out Paul and Florence. Polly. Sir. It couldn't happen. who had brought them down on the previous night (which they all passed at an Hotel).' said Toodle. were among its most reasonable arrangements. in her nervous recollection of the old woman - she could not see her again. and still looking at his son. and the houses were more than usually brittle and thin; where the small front-gardens had the unaccountable property of producing nothing but marigolds. Dozens of chairs hooked on to washing-stands. Polly kept her before his eyes. without throwing himself upon the unoffending wearer. and in the close vicinity of all the instruments. who was one of those close-shaved close-cut moneyed gentlemen who are glossy and crisp like new bank-notes.' said Mr Dombey. sitting in the dark distance. I couldn't wish to see a sweeter.

' said the Major. 'my sweet friend. is our head Manager. wanting only good sea-room. trembling. which we would rather - not -'See. My Uncle is quite beaten down by his misfortune.''Why. alone and very gravely. Charging with Master Bitherstone into the very heart of the little squadron. as they all sat by the fire together. and regard for. and it was essential to toast him brown while he was very new. only remembered it better and better. Ned. and hoped he had enjoyed himself since. and bore down upon them; there being a stately gentleman (Mr Dombey. this child's manners have become very boisterous.' said the Major.'It was a slow. vying with each other who shall lie out first upon the yards to furl the icy sails.

 (as the Scripture very correctly tells us. Mum. She crept as near him as she could without disturbing his rest; and stretching out one arm so that it timidly embraced his neck. nobler. that I feel quite sorry you haven't got somebody better about you than a blundering young rough-and-tough boy like me. patting her on the head.' returned Mrs Chick. though he appeared to look at Walter only. but it don't follow that I'm to have 'em for tea. pursued her own branch of the subject. and though his brother (younger than he is). godson. Mr Chick.'Not being a Pumper himself. and took her to Banbury Cross immediately. and by being a fortunate instrument? Be plain and coherent.He gave Mr Dombey his hand. 'God bless you!''My dear Louisa then. where there were a great many packages.'Walter.'To be sure.

''And then. gently doing what she was asked. for the entertainment of such genial company as half-a-dozen pokers. my dear. I should feel as if the Charitable Grinders' dress would blight my child. Uncle. old Solomon Gills. with which he was sometimes seized. compared with what they now became. my dear Paul. being a black slave and a mulotter.'Joe Bagstock. supposing that I recognised any claim at all in such a case. disappointed. and breathlessly announcing his errand to the servant. is not in general a calling man.' observed Polly. 'all I can say is that anything you give Miss Tox will be hoarded and prized. I might have expected nothing else from you.' thought Polly. Miss.

' returned her brother. in silence. with great care. Mr Dombey represented in himself the wind. and whistled 'With a hey ho chevy!' all through; conveying into his face as he did so. Richards.'Where's Walter. That boy. it was the most inconvenient little house in England. 'that I wished you to see as little of your family as possible.' said Captain Cuttle. whom he stood down on the floor. Mum. 'that poor dear Fanny being no more. who had never found her.'Fanny!' said Louisa. So she could only ask the way to Dombey and Son's in the City; and as she generally made inquiry of children - being afraid to ask grown people - she got very little satisfaction indeed. before the goal was reached. and make yourself at home. but for that occurrence. that my position has been one of no common difficulty.

 Their recommendation of Mrs Pipchin had great weight with him; for he knew that they were jealous of any interference with their charge.'Oh! dear nurse!' said the child. terrified by what she had undergone. standing on the mouldy staircase.His meditations on the subject were soon interrupted. As she walked up and down the glass room. in his breathless state. my dear. I have no wish that people should step in between us. as if the Captain had been a bird and those had been his feathers. twice or thrice gave him over for lost. reminded them of spiders - in which Mrs Pipchin's dwelling was uncommonly prolific. equal to any responsibility that the obliging disposition of his relations and friends.'It's a very nasty one. rested on that baby head; and could have seen them hovering.' said Miss Tox. Be diligent. He had already laid his hand upon the bellrope to convey his usual summons to Richards. He unscrewed his hook at dinner-time. or under any constraint with him. and was about to show it in his own way now.

 hung in frames upon the walls; the Tartar Frigate under weigh. 'is not constitutional. my boy. the better.Meanwhile terms were ratified and agreed upon between Mrs Chick and Richards. 'I never saw such a face. when. Mr John?''How do you do. exulting in the long-looked-for event. and the cadaverous light; were all in unison. 'How do you do. and smacked them afterwards.'I? out of town? oh no. 'The fact is. warm. if possible.Though little Paul was said. Uncle Sol!' said the boy.'I wouldn't have sat up all night alone with Betsey Jane!' said Mrs Wickam. and a mouth that mumbled and chattered of itself when she was not speaking. Habit! If I was to get a habit (as you call it) of walking on the ceiling.

 and laying his hand gently on his back; 'little people should be tired at night. the moral of these lessons was usually of a violent and stunning character: the hero - a naughty boy - seldom.Invoking a blessing upon his innocence. and with no great favour.'Why not. no. and tell me all about it. or having once examined.' said Mr Dombey. 'Go on. to become a dozen. Master Paul a temporary. what the matter was.''Oh. were sunk and steeped in ignorance. He was not fond of her; he was not afraid of her; but in those old.'That's right. my dear Paul.' said Solomon. And the Major whistled. doubtless) in their company.

' Mr Dombey inquired haughtily who little Biler was.'I'll never forget you. he disappeared into his inner room; and Polly had the satisfaction of feeling that he had thoroughly misunderstood her object. The name of this retirement.' interrupted Paul. Miss Florence. in your amiable lady. sou'wester hats. 'what are you doing. Now. it soon appeared. by the depth of a new and terrible tumble. the dawn of her new life seemed to break cold and grey. and to join in the sorrowful solicitation which the whole man from head to foot expressed. It's a matter of security for Wally's father - an old bond.' he said.'Well. but I couldn't help it.''But I ask you if you heard it.Mr Dombey drew his chair back to its former place. at dinner.

 in a corner whence she could see her mother's face.' said Mr Dombey. and wildernesses. Miss Floy!''God bless the sweet thing!' said Richards. 'a smoke-dried. in the garb she wore: or if they did.' said Towlinson. as inmates of the Castle. Mr Dombey turned round to his former place. Accordingly.' said Mr Dombey hastily. Then wait at the corner of the street 'till you see me. I daresay.' said her father. 'You can let her come and go without regarding me.'Once upon a time. which I promised to present.'I thought you would have been pleased. That it would be received as a great honour and distinction. like the flies. 'six months ago.

 and dragging Master Bitherstone along. if you please. my dear Louisa!' said Miss Tox.'Captain Cuttle ought to have been withered by the look which Mr Dombey bestowed upon him in acknowledgment of his patronage.The prevailing influence was too much even for his sister. among all his patients. if agreeable. for Captain Cuttle's residence. who. Old prints of ships with alphabetical references to their various mysteries. and the cat. 'Look at Gills. Mr Dombey tool: it as if it were a fish. Sermuchser that when he was took to church the gen'lm'n said. and hushed.' cried Mrs Chick. for all the world. where her own honest apple face became immediately the centre of a bunch of smaller pippins. though he looked much healthier in the face. very often.'Mr Dombey promptly supplied her with these refreshments from a tray on the table.

 as if they had but one idea among them.'the Major would say.' said Richards. Mr Clark.'Tell them always to let Miss Florence be with Richards when she chooses. Don't agitate yourself. pursuits. with a very large face. for all the world.Even when that event had happened. however. as if unwilling to trust them even to the chances of being re-united and deciphered; and instead of ringing. with the native behind him; apostrophizing Miss Tox all the way. I am so accustomed to the habit that I could hardly live if I relinquished it: but there's nothing doing. went down altogether like an opera-glass shutting-up; she curtseyed so low. Towlinson.'Mama!' said the child. that Polly's heart was sore when she was left alone again. lest he should let her fall; and as they were already near the wooden Midshipman.' murmured Mrs Chick.'Mr Dombey of course officiated.

 'and I'm the cause of it! Come along. 'that there is a want of power in Her Grace the Duchess - I beg your pardon; I confound names; I should say. Mrs Richards!' retorted Nipper.'All I can say is. or guessed the use of.'Why.' It was a corner house. Susan.Miss Tox was often in the habit of assuring Mrs Chick.Florence was afraid of her. with a smile. chafing. and we shall use it together. and sat listening.It appeared so probable that such a habit might be attended with some degree of notoriety. his little chair being carried down into his father's room. Mr Brogley. ditches. but for that occurrence. and proud of him too. Miss Florence.

 hastened to the rescue. in a leaky boat) going to work to stave the casks. When they gave me that answer. they said there was not. Captain Cuttle descried a profound metaphysical bearing on the case of Walter and Florence; and it excited him so much. inquiring for herself in like circumstances.''You don't know of any other. for example.'With your usual happy discrimination. Miss Berry repeated her question. My Uncle's child took on just as Master Paul do. and unlocking it. could make out that an air of greater smartness had recently come over Miss Tox's house; that a new cage with gilded wires had been provided for the ancient little canary bird; that divers ornaments. alike unconscious of the kind intentions of Miss Tox. Habit! If I was to get a habit (as you call it) of walking on the ceiling. but the little Florence. Mrs Richards. 'the first thing to-morrow morning. was not quite what she had expected of her. Sir. among the crowd.

 and monthly.'Mr Dombey made a very gracious reply; and Major Bagstock. As to its adventurous beginning. I have seen her look. and to screen her from the blaze. Miss Dombey. from within a day or two of Paul's sharp weaning. who had never found her.The very wedding looked dismal as they passed in front of the altar. it's a great name!' said the Major. to the study and treatment of infancy. that they tell me that Fanny - ''Now. 'how powerful money is.' said Miss Tox. Mrs Toodle. Uncle?' said Walter. thank you. drawing. my boy. Some bird of prey got into his throat instead of the thrush; and the very chickens turning ferocious - if they have anything to do with that infant malady to which they lend their name - worried him like tiger-cats.' said Polly.

 I believe. Arriving at the house (the cleanest place. awkwardly enough. and gorgeous princes of a brown complexion sitting on carpets. 'but it'll be over directly. read the reference to Mrs Dombey's tomb in full. She would preside over the innocent repasts of the young heir. Sir. business commodities are not the same. and up at him. on a nail?' exclaimed the boy. however. But Susan who was personally disposed in favour of the excursion. in the midst of her spreading gauzes. softly whistling. Miss. and her eyes sparkling joyfully: and cried." said he. It's mine. Walter on the door-step gaily turned the waving of her handkerchief.In which the Wooden Midshipman gets into TroubleThat spice of romance and love of the marvellous.