I want it for the gals.' Anthony handed him a battered old office candlestick, with which Mr Jonas preceded the young ladies to the nearest bedroom, where he left them to take off their shawls and bonnets; and returning, occupied himself in opening a bottle of wine, sharpening the carving-knife, and muttering compliments to his father, until they and the dinner appeared together.

The repast consisted of a hot leg of mutton with greens and potatoes; and the dishes having been set upon the table by a slipshod old woman, they were left to enjoy it after their own manner.
'Bachelor's Hall, you know, cousin,' said Mr Jonas to Charity.

'I say--the other one will be having a laugh at this when she gets home, won't she?
Here; you sit on the right side of me, and I'll have her upon the left.

Other one, will you come here ?' 'You're such a fright,' replied Mercy, 'that I know I shall have no appetite if I sit so near you; but I suppose I must.' 'An't she lively ?' whispered Mr Jonas to the elder sister, with his favourite elbow emphasis.
'Oh I really don't know!' replied Miss Pecksniff, tartly.

'I am tired of being asked such ridiculous questions.' 'What's that precious old father of mine about now ?' said Mr Jonas, seeing that his parent was travelling up and down the room instead of taking his seat at table.