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face in her skirts, to her great admiration. I heard a heavy puffing
and blowing coming towards us, and soon Mr. Omer, shorter-
winded than of yore, but not much older-looking, stood before me.
‘Servant, sir,’ said Mr. Omer. ‘What can I do for you, sir?’
‘You can shake hands with me, Mr. Omer, if you please,’ said I,
putting out my own. ‘You were very good-natured to me once,
when I am afraid I didn’t show that I thought so.’
‘Was I though?’ returned the old man. ‘I’m glad to hear it, but I
don’t remember when. Are you sure it was me?’
‘Quite.’
‘I think my memory has got as short as my breath,’ said Mr.
Omer, looking at me and shaking his head; ‘for I don’t remember
you.’
‘Don’t you remember your coming to the coach to meet me, and
my having breakfast here, and our riding out to Blunderstone
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together: you, and I, and Mrs. Joram, and Mr. Joram too—who
wasn’t her husband then?’
‘Why, Lord bless my soul!’ exclaimed Mr. Omer, after being
thrown by his surprise into a fit of coughing, ‘you don’t say so!
Minnie, my dear, you recollect? Dear me, yes; the party was a lady,
I think?’
‘My mother,’ I rejoined.
‘To—be—sure,’ said Mr. Omer, touching my waistcoat with his
forefinger, ‘and there was a little child too! There was two parties.
The little party was laid along with the other party. Over at
Blunderstone it was, of course. Dear me! And how have you been
since?’
Very well, I thanked him, as I hoped he had been too.
‘Oh! nothing to grumble at, you know,’ said Mr. Omer. ‘I find
my breath gets short, but it seldom gets longer as a man gets older.
I take it as it comes, and make the most of it. That’s the best way,
ain’t it?’
Mr. Omer coughed again, in consequence of laughing, and was
assisted out of his fit by his daughter, who now stood close beside
us, dancing her smallest child on the counter.
‘Dear me!’ said Mr. Omer. ‘Yes, to be sure. Two parties! Why, in
that very ride, if you’ll believe me, the day was named for my
Minnie to marry Joram. “Do name it, sir,” says Joram. “Yes, do,
father,” says Minnie. And now he’s come into the business. And
look here! The youngest!’
Minnie laughed, and stroked her banded hair upon her
temples, as her father put one of his fat fingers into the hand of the
child she was dancing on the counter.
‘Two parties, of course!’ said Mr. Omer, nodding his head
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retrospectively. ‘Ex-actly so! And Joram’s at work, at this minute,
on a grey one with silver nails, not this measurement’—the
measurement of the dancing child upon the counter—‘by a good
two inches.—Will you take something?’
I thanked him, but declined.
‘Let me see,’ said Mr. Omer. ‘Barkis’s the carrier’s wife—
Peggotty’s the boatman’s sister—she had something to do with
your family? She was in service there, sure?’
My answering in the affirmative gave him great satisfaction.
‘I believe my breath will get long next, my memory’s getting so
much so,’ said Mr. Omer. ‘Well, sir, we’ve got a young relation of
hers here, under articles to us, that has as elegant a taste in the
dress-making business—I assure you I don’t believe there’s a
Duchess in England can touch her.’
‘Not little Em’ly?’ said I, involuntarily.
‘Em’ly’s her name,’ said Mr. Omer, ‘and she’s little too. But if
you’ll believe me, she has such a face of her own that half the
women in this town are mad against her.’
‘Nonsense, father!’ cried Minnie.
‘My dear,’ said Mr. Omer, ‘I don’t say it’s the case with you,’
winking at me, ‘but I say that half the women in Yarmouth—ah!
and in five mile round—are mad against that girl.’
‘Then she should have kept to her own station in life, father,’
said Minnie, ‘and not have given them any hold to talk about her,
and then they couldn’t have done it.’
‘Couldn’t have done it, my dear!’ retorted Mr. Omer. ‘Couldn’t
have done it! Is that your knowledge of life? What is there that any
woman couldn’t do, that s