"Madam," says the Major, "next to my regret that when I had my boot-sponge in my hand, I didn′t choke that scoundrel with it—on the spot—"
"There! For Gracious′ sake," I interrupts, "let his conscience find him without sponges."
"—I say next to that regret, Madam," says the Major "would be the regret with which my breast," which he tapped, "would be surcharged if this fine mind was not early cultivated. But mark me Madam," says the Major holding up his forefinger "cultivated on a principle that will make it a delight."
"Major" I says "I will be candid with you and tell you openly that if ever I find the dear child fall off in his appetite I shall know it is his calculations and shall put a stop to them at two minutes′ notice. Or if I find them mounting to his head" I says, "or striking anyways cold to his stomach or leading to anything approaching flabbiness in his legs, the result will be the same, but Major you are a clever man and have seen much and you love the child and are his own godfather, and if you feel a confidence in trying try."
"Spoken Madam" says the Major "like Emma Lirriper. All I have to ask, Madam, is that you will leave my godson and myself to make a week or two′s preparations for surprising you, and that you will give me leave to have up and down any small articles not actually in use that I may require from the kitchen."
"From the kitchen Major?" I says half feeling as if he had a mind to cook the child.
"From the kitchen" says the Major, and smiles and swells, and at the same time looks taller.
So I passed my word and the Major and the dear boy were shut up together for half an hour at a time through a certain while, and never could I hear anything going on betwixt them but talking and laughing and Jemmy clapping his hands and screaming out numbers, so I says to myself "it has not harmed him yet" nor could I on examining the dear find any signs of it anywhere about him which was likewise a great relief. At last one day Jemmy brings me a card in joke in the Major′s neat writing "The Messrs. Jemmy Jackman" for we had given him the Major′s other name too "request the honour of Mrs. Lirriper′s company at the Jackman Institution in the front parlour this evening at five, military time, to witness a few slight feats of elementary arithmetic." And if you′ll believe me there in the front parlour at five punctual to the moment was the Major behind the Pembroke table with both leaves up and a lot of things from the kitchen tidily set out on old newspapers spread atop of it, and there was the Mite stood upon a chair with his rosy cheeks flushing and his eyes sparkling clusters of diamonds.
"Now Gran" says he, "oo tit down and don′t oo touch ler people"—for he saw with every one of those diamonds of his that I was going to give him a squeeze.
"Very well sir" I says "I am obedient in this good company I am sure." And I sits down in the easy-chair that was put for me, shaking my sides.
But picture my admiration when the Major going on almost as quick as if he was conjuring sets out all the articles he names, and says "Three saucepans, an Italian iron, a hand-bell, a toasting-fork, a nutmeg-grater, four potlids, a spice-box, two egg-cups, and a chopping- board—how many?" and when that Mite instantly cries "Tifteen, tut down tive and carry ler ′toppin-board" and then claps his hands draws up his legs and dances on his chair.
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