sets of twins, and would have done it, only he see it a-goin' in
the glass, and dodged the rager. And never, Mr Sweedlepipes, I do assure
you, sir, did I so well know what a misfortun it was to be acquainted
with you, as now I do, which so I say, sir, and I don't deceive you!'

'I ask your pardon, ladies and gentlemen all,' cried the little barber,
taking off his hat, 'and yours too, Mrs Gamp. But--but,' he added this
half laughing and half crying, 'IS there anybody here that knows him?'

As the barber said these words, a something in top-boots, with its head
bandaged up, staggered into the room, and began going round and round
and round, apparently under the impression that it was walking straight
forward.

'Look at him!' cried the excited little barber. 'Here he is! That'll
soon wear off, and then he'll be all right again. He's no more dead than
I am. He's all alive and hearty. Aint you, Bailey?'

'R--r--reether so, Poll!' replied that gentleman.

'Look here!' cried the little barber, laughing and crying in the same
breath. 'When I steady him he comes all right. There! He's all right
now. Nothing's the matter with him now, except that he's a little shook
and rather giddy; is there, Bailey?'

'R--r--reether shook, Poll--reether so!' said Mr Bailey. 'What, my
lovely Sairey! There you air!'

'What a boy he is!' cried the tender-hearted Poll, actually sobbing
over him. 'I never see sech a boy! It's all his fun. He's full of it.
He shall go into the business along with me. I am determined he shall.
We'll make it Sweedlepipe and Bailey. He shall have the sporting branch
(what a one he'll be for the matches!) and me the shavin'. I'll make
over the birds to him as soon as ever he's well enough. He shall have
the little bullfinch in the shop, and all. He's sech a boy! I ask your
pardon, ladies and gentlemen, but I thought there might be some one here
that know'd him!'

Mrs Gamp had observed, not without jealousy and scorn, that a favourable
impression appeared to exist in behalf of Mr Sweedlepipe and his
young friend; and that she had fallen rather into the background in
consequence. She now struggled to the front, therefore, and stated her
business.

'Which, Mr Chuzzlewit,' she said, 'is well beknown to Mrs Harris as has
one sweet infant (though she DO not wish it known) in her own family by
the mother's side, kep in spirits in a bottle; and that sweet babe she
see at Greenwich Fair, a-travelling in company with a p