We were to have a superb dinner, consisting of a leg of pickled pork and greens, and a pair of roast stuffed fowls. This was so much her normal state, that Joe and I would often, for weeks together, be, as to our fingers, like monumental Crusaders as to their legs. Joe darted a look at him, and, when her eyes were withdrawn, secretly crossed his two forefingers, and exhibited them to me, as our token that Mrs. ![]() Joe, who had ventured into the kitchen after me as the dust-pan had retired before us, drew the back of his hand across his nose with a conciliatory air when Mrs. "I'm rather partial to Carols, myself, and that's the best of reasons for my never hearing any." ![]() "Perhaps if I warn't a blacksmith's wife, and (what's the same thing) a slave with her apron never off, I should have been to hear the Carols," said Mrs. "You might ha' done worse." Not a doubt of that, I thought. I said I had been down to hear the Carols.
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