“Let the charwoman alone to be the first!” cried she who
had entered first. “Let the laundress alone to be the second;
and let the undertaker’s man alone to be the third. Look
here, old Joe, here’s a chance! If we haven’t all three met
here without meaning it!”
“You couldn’t have met in a better place,” said old Joe,
removing his pipe from his mouth. “Come into the parlour.
You were made free of it long ago, you know; and the other
two an’t strangers. Stop till I shut the door of the shop.
Ah! How it skreeks! There an’t such a rusty bit of metal
in the place as its own hinges, I believe; and I’m sure there’s
no such old bones here, as mine. Ha, ha! We’re all suitable
to our calling, we’re well matched. Come into the
parlour. Come into the parlour.”
The parlour was the…
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