Herself, her maternal parent, and two sisters, formed an harmonious quartett in the most secluded portion of Camden-town; and here it was that Mr.Wilkins presented himself, one Monday afternoon, in his best attire, with his face more shining and his waistcoat more bright than either had ever appeared before.

The family were just going to tea, and were _so_ glad to see him.

It was quite a little feast; two ounces of seven-and-sixpenny green, and a quarter of a pound of the best fresh; and Mr.Wilkins had brought a pint of shrimps, neatly folded up in a clean belcher, to give a zest to the meal, and propitiate Mrs.Ivins.

Jemima was 'cleaning herself' up-stairs; so Mr.
Samuel Wilkins sat down and talked domestic economy with Mrs.Ivins, whilst the two youngest Miss Ivinses poked bits of lighted brown paper between the bars under the kettle, to make the water boil for tea.
'I wos a thinking,' said Mr.Samuel Wilkins, during a pause in the conversation--'I wos a thinking of taking J'mima to the Eagle to-night.'-- 'O my!' exclaimed Mrs.Ivins.

'Lor! how nice!' said the youngest Miss Ivins.