Then, all the children laughed, and Mr.Pocket (who in the meantime had twice endeavored to lift himself up by the hair) laughed, and we all laughed and were glad.
Flopson, by dint of doubling the baby at the joints like a Dutch doll, then got it safely into Mrs.Pocket's lap, and gave it the nut-crackers to play with; at the same time recommending Mrs.Pocket to take notice that the handles of that instrument were not likely to agree with its eyes, and sharply charging Miss Jane to look after the same.

Then, the two nurses left the room, and had a lively scuffle on the staircase with a dissipated page who had waited at dinner, and who had clearly lost half his buttons at the gaming-table.
I was made very uneasy in my mind by Mrs.Pocket's falling into a discussion with Drummle respecting two baronetcies, while she ate a sliced orange steeped in sugar and wine, and, forgetting all about the baby on her lap, who did most appalling things with the nut-crackers.

At length little Jane, perceiving its young brains to be imperilled, softly left her place, and with many small artifices coaxed the dangerous weapon away.

Mrs.Pocket finishing her orange at about the same time, and not approving of this, said to Jane,-- "You naughty child, how dare you?
Go and sit down this instant!" "Mamma dear," lisped the little girl, "baby ood have put hith eyeth out." "How dare you tell me so ?" retorted Mrs.Pocket.

"Go and sit down in your chair this moment!" Mrs.Pocket's dignity was so crushing, that I felt quite abashed, as if I myself had done something to rouse it.
"Belinda," remonstrated Mr.Pocket, from the other end of the table, "how can you be so unreasonable?
Jane only interfered for the protection of baby." "I will not allow anybody to interfere," said Mrs.Pocket.