Where would Mrs Higden be if she warn’t turned for!” At the mere thought of Mrs Higden in this inconceivable affliction, Mr Sloppy’s countenance became pale, and manifested the most distressful emotions.

“You are as right as right can be, Sloppy,” said Mrs Boffin “and far be it from me to tell you otherwise. It shall be seen to. If Betty Higden can be turned for all the same, you shall come here and be taken care of for life, and be made able to keep her in other ways than the turning.”

“Even as to that, mum,” answered the ecstatic Sloppy, “the turning might be done in the night, don’t you see? I could be here in the day, and turn in the night. I don’t want no sleep, I don’t. Or even if I any ways should want a wink or two,” added Sloppy, after a moment’s apologetic reflection, “I could take ’em turning. I’ve took ’em turning many a time, and enjoyed ’em wonderful!”

On the grateful impulse of the moment, Mr Sloppy kissed Mrs Boffin’s hand, and then detaching himself from that good creature that he might have room enough for his feelings, threw back his head, opened his mouth wide, and uttered a dismal howl. It was creditable to his tenderness of heart, but suggested that he might on occasion give some offence to the neighbours: the rather, as the footman looked in, and begged pardon, finding he was not wanted, but excused himself; on the ground “that he thought it was Cats.”