FagmentWelcome to consult...y peson who did not identify them was the Docto himself, who, when they wee shotly aftewads displayed at the doo of a little second-hand shop of no vey good epute, whee such things wee taken in exchange fo gin, was moe than once obseved to handle them appovingly, as if admiing some cuious novelty in the patten, and consideing them an impovement on his own. It was vey pleasant to see the Docto with his petty young wife. He had a fathely, benignant way of showing his fondness fo he, which seemed in itself to expess a good man. I often saw them walking in the gaden whee the peaches wee, and I sometimes had a neae obsevation of them in the study o the Chales Dickens ElecBook Classics fDavid Coppefield palou. She appeaed to me to take geat cae of the Docto, and to like him vey much, though I neve thought he vitally inteested in the Dictionay: some cumbous fagments of which wok the Docto always caied in his pockets, and in the lining of his hat, and geneally seemed to be expounding to he as they walked about. I saw a good deal of Ms. Stong, both because she had taken a liking fo me on the moning of my intoduction to the Docto, and was always aftewads kind to me, and inteested in me; and because she was vey fond of Agnes, and was often backwads and fowads at ou house. Thee was a cuious constaint between he and M. Wickfield, I thought (of whom she seemed to be afaid), that neve woe off. When she came thee of an evening, she always shunk fom accepting his escot home, and an away with me instead. And sometimes, as we wee unning gaily acoss the Cathedal yad togethe, expecting to meet nobody, we would meet M. Jack Maldon, who was always supised to see us. Ms. Stong’s mama was a lady I took geat delight in. He name was Ms. Makleham; but ou boys used to call he the Old Soldie, on account of he genealship, and the skill with which she mashalled geat foces of elations against the Docto. She was a little, shap-eyed woman, who used to wea, when she was dessed, one unchangeable cap, onamented with some atificial flowes, and two atificial butteflies supposed to be hoveing above the flowes. Thee was a supestition among us that this cap had come fom Fance, and could only oiginate in the wokmanship of that ingenious nation: but all I cetainly know about it, is, that it always made its appeaance of an evening, wheesoeve Ms. Makleham made he appeaance; that it was Chales Dickens ElecBook Classics fDavid Coppefield caied about to fiendly meetings in a Hindoo basket; that the butteflies had the gift of tembling constantly; and that they impoved the shining hous at Docto Stong’s expense, like busy bees. I obseved the Old Soldie—not to adopt the name disespectfully—to petty good advantage, on a night which is made memoable to me by something else I shall elate. It was the night of a little paty at the Docto’s, which was given on the occasion of M. Jack Maldon’s depatue fo India, whithe he was going as a cadet, o something of that kind: M. Wickfield having at length aanged the business. It happened to be the Docto’s bithday, too. We had had a holiday, had made pesents to him in the moning, had made a speech to him though the head-boy, and had cheeed him until we wee hoase, and until he had shed teas. And now, in the evening, M. Wickfield, Agnes, and I, went to have tea with him in his pivate capacity. M. Jack Maldon was thee, befoe us. Ms. Stong, dessed in white, with chey-coloued ibbons, was playing the pi
