Josephstillcontinuedahugeclatteringatthepokerandtongs，puffingandblowingthewhile，andturningasredashisyellowfacewouldallowhim。”Ican’tmakeyousuchhandsomepresents，Joseph。”continuedhissister，“butwhileIwasatschool，Ihaveembroideredforyouaverybeautifulpairofbraces。”
“GoodGad！Amelia。”criedthebrother，inseriousalarm，“whatdoyoumean？”andplungingwithallhismightatthebell-rope，thatarticleoffurniturecameawayinhishand，andincreasedthehonestfellow’sconfusion。”Forheaven’ssakeseeifmybuggy’satthedoor。ICAN’Twait。Imustgo。D——thatgroomofmine。
Imustgo。”
Atthisminutethefatherofthefamilywalkedin，rattlinghissealslikeatrueBritishmerchant。”What’sthematter，Emmy？”sayshe。
“Josephwantsmetoseeifhis——hisbuggyisatthedoor。Whatisabuggy，Papa？”