The Old Curiosity Shop


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him up and put him into his pocket again, to the great relief of the  
whole company.  
The landlord now busied himself in laying the cloth, in which process  
Mr Codlin obligingly assisted by setting forth his own knife and fork in  
the most convenient place and establishing himself behind them.  
When everything was ready, the landlord took off the cover for the last  
time, and then indeed there burst forth such a goodly promise of  
supper, that if he had offered to put it on again or had hinted at  
postponement, he would certainly have been sacrificed on his own  
hearth.  
However, he did nothing of the kind, but instead thereof assisted a  
stout servant girl in turning the contents of the cauldron into a large  
tureen; a proceeding which the dogs, proof against various hot  
splashes which fell upon their noses, watched with terrible eagerness.  
At length the dish was lifted on the table, and mugs of ale having been  
previously set round, little Nell ventured to say grace, and supper  
began.  
At this juncture the poor dogs were standing on their hind legs quite  
surprisingly; the child, having pity on them, was about to cast some  
morsels of food to them before she tasted it herself, hungry though  
she was, when their master interposed.  
'No, my dear, no, not an atom from anybody's hand but mine if you  
please. That dog,' said Jerry, pointing out the old leader of the troop,  
and speaking in a terrible voice, 'lost a halfpenny to-day. He goes  
without his supper.'  
The unfortunate creature dropped upon his fore-legs directly, wagged  
his tail, and looked imploringly at his master.  
'
You must be more careful, Sir,' said Jerry, walking coolly to the chair  
where he had placed the organ, and setting the stop. 'Come here. Now,  
Sir, you play away at that, while we have supper, and leave off if you  
dare.'  
The dog immediately began to grind most mournful music. His master  
having shown him the whip resumed his seat and called up the  
others, who, at his directions, formed in a row, standing upright as a  
file of soldiers.  
'Now, gentlemen,' said Jerry, looking at them attentively. 'The dog  
whose name's called, eats. The dogs whose names an't called, keep  
quiet. Carlo!'  


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