night hobbling up the stairs, she followed her from the room with

a very ill grace, scolding all the way.

Mr. Bumble's conduct on being left to himself, was rather

inexplicable. He opened the closet, counted the teaspoons,

weighed the sugar-tongs, closely inspected a silver milk-pot to

ascertain that it was of the genuine metal, and, having satisfied

his curiosity on these points, put on his cocked hat corner-wise,

and danced with much gravity four distinct times round the table.