Then look at Coavinses! How delightfully poor Coavinses (father of these charming children) illustrated the same principle! He, Mr.
Skimpole, himself, had sometimes repined at the existence of Coavinses.

He had found Coavinses in his way.

He could had dispensed with Coavinses.

There had been times when, if he had been a sultan, and his grand vizier had said one morning, "What does the Commander of the Faithful require at the hands of his slave ?" he might have even gone so far as to reply, "The head of Coavinses!" But what turned out to be the case?
That, all that time, he had been giving employment to a most deserving man, that he had been a benefactor to Coavinses, that he had actually been enabling Coavinses to bring up these charming children in this agreeable way, developing these social virtues! Insomuch that his heart had just now swelled and the tears had come into his eyes when he had looked round the room and thought, "I was the great patron of Coavinses, and his little comforts were MY work!" There was something so captivating in his light way of touching these fantastic strings, and he was such a mirthful child by the side of the graver childhood we had seen, that he made my guardian smile even as he turned towards us from a little private talk with Mrs.Blinder.
We kissed Charley, and took her downstairs with us, and stopped outside the house to see her run away to her work.

I don't know where she was going, but we saw her run, such a little, little creature in her womanly bonnet and apron, through a covered way at the bottom of the court and melt into the city's strife and sound like a dewdrop in an ocean..