t I am but a poor woman, and I earns my
living hard; therefore I DO require it, which I makes confession, to be
brought reg'lar and draw'd mild."'

The precise connection between these observations and the glass of rum,
did not appear; for Mrs Gamp proposing as a toast 'The best of lucks
to all!' took off the dram in quite a scientific manner, without any
further remarks.

'And what's your news, Mrs Gamp?' asked Mould again, as that lady wiped
her lips upon her shawl, and nibbled a corner off a soft biscuit, which
she appeared to carry in her pocket as a provision against contingent
drams. 'How's Mr Chuffey?'

'Mr Chuffey, sir,' she replied, 'is jest as usual; he an't no better and
he an't no worse. I take it very kind in the gentleman to have wrote up
to you and said, "let Mrs Gamp take care of him till I come home;" but
ev'rythink he does is kind. There an't a many like him. If there was, we
shouldn't want no churches.'

'What do you want to speak to me about, Mrs Gamp?' said Mould, coming to
the point.

'Jest this, sir,' Mrs Gamp returned, 'with thanks to you for asking.
There IS a gent, sir, at the Bull in Holborn, as has been took ill
there, and is bad abed. They have a day nurse as was recommended from
Bartholomew's; and well I knows her, Mr Mould, her name bein' Mrs Prig,
the best of creeturs. But she is otherways engaged at night, and they
are in wants of night-watching; consequent she says to them, having
reposed the greatest friendliness in me for twenty year, "The soberest
person going, and the best of blessings in a sick room, is Mrs Gamp.
Send a boy to Kingsgate Street," she says, "and snap her up at any
price, for Mrs Gamp is worth her weight and more in goldian guineas."
My landlord brings the message down to me, and says, "bein' in a light
place where you are, and this job promising so well, why not unite the
two?" "No, sir," I says, "not unbeknown to Mr Mould, and therefore do
not think it. But I will go to Mr Mould," I says, "and ast him, if you
like."' Here she looked sideways at the undertaker, and came to a stop.

'Night-watching, eh?' said Mould, rubbing his chin.

'From eight o'clock till eight, sir. I will not deceive you,' Mrs Gamp
rejoined.

'And then go back, eh?' said would.

'Quite free, then, sir, to attend to Mr Chuffey. His ways bein' quiet,
and his hours early, he'd be abed, sir, nearly all the time. I will not
deny,' said Mrs Gamp with meekness, 'that I am but a poor woman, a