`I should know her,' said Toodle, gruffly, `anyhows and anywheres.'

Toodle was evidently not to be bought over.

`As to living, Richards, you know,' pursued Mrs. Chick, `why the very best of everything will be at your disposal. You will order your little dinner every day; and anything you take a fancy to, I'm sure will be as readily provided as if you were a Lady.'

`Yes, to be sure!' said Miss Tox, keeping up the ball with great sympathy. `And as to porter!--quite unlimited, will it not, Louisa?'

`Oh, certainly!' returned Mrs. Chick in the same tone. `With a little abstinence, you know, my dear, in point of vegetables.'

`And pickles, perhaps,' suggested Miss Tox.

`With such exceptions,' said Louisa, `she'll consult her choice entirely, and be under no restraint at all, my love.'

`And then, of course, you know,' said Miss Tox, `however fond she is of her own dear little child--and I'm sure, Louisa, you don't blame her for being fond of it?'

`Oh no!' cried Mrs. Chick, benignantly.

`Still,' resumed Miss Tox, `she naturally must be interested in her young charge, and must consider it a privilege to see a little cherub closely connected with the superior classes, gradually unfolding itself from day to day at one common fountain. Is it not so, Louisa?'

`Most undoubtedly!' said Mrs. Chick. `You see, my love, she's already quite contented and comfortable, and means to say good-bye to her sister Jemima and her little pets, and her good honest husband, with a light heart and a smile; don't she, my dear!'

`Oh yes!' cried Miss Tox. `To be sure she does!'

Notwithstanding which, however, poor Polly embraced them all round in great distress, and finally ran away to avoid any more particular leave-taking between herself and the children. But the stratagem hardly succeeded as well as it deserved; for the smallest boy but one divining her intent, immediately began swarming up stairs after her--if that word of doubtful etymology be admissible--on his arms and legs; while the eldest (known in the family by the name of Biler, in remembrance of the steam engine) beat a demoniacal tattoo with his boots, expressive of grief; in which he was joined by the rest of the family.

A quantity of oranges and halfpence thrust indiscriminately on each young Toodle, checked the first violence of their regret, and the family were speedily transported to their own home, by means of the hackney-coach kept in waiting for that purpose. The children, under the guardianship of Jemima, blocked up the window, and dropped out oranges and halfpence all the way along. Mr. Toodle himself preferred to ride behind among the spikes, as being the mode of conveyance to which he was best accustomed.