![]() ![]() So the Papa says, 'I have got a letter from my friend, the Mister and he wants a recommend from me, of a drawing-master, to go down to his house in the country.' My-soul-bless-my-soul! when I heard the golden Papa say those words, if I had been big enough to reach up to him, I should have put my arms round his neck, and pressed him to my bosom in a long and grateful hug! As it was, I only bounced upon my chair. 'O, my dears,' says the mighty merchant, 'I have got here a letter from my friend, Mr.-'(the name has slipped out of my mind but no matter we shall come back to that yes, yes-right-all-right). ![]() His hand, the golden Papa has a letter and after he has made his excuse for disturbing us in our Infernal Region with the common mortal Business of the house, he addresses himself to the three young Misses, and begins, as you English begin everything in this blessed world that you have to say, with a great O. ![]()
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