Дэвид Копперфильд

I have a Memorable Birthday

           Shewasapretty,good-naturedgirl,andputmyhairawayfrommyeyeswithasoft,kindtouch;butshewasverycheerfulathavingnearlyfinishedherworkandbeingingoodtime,andwassodifferentfromme!

           Presentlythetuneleftoff,andagood-lookingyoungfellowcameacrosstheyardintotheroom.Hehadahammerinhishand,andhismouthwasfulloflittlenails,whichhewasobligedtotakeoutbeforehecouldspeak.

           ‘Well,Joram!’saidMr.Omer.‘Howdoyougeton?’

           ‘Allright,’saidJoram.‘Done,sir.’

           Minniecolouredalittle,andtheothertwogirlssmiledatoneanother.

           ‘What!youwereatitbycandle-lightlastnight,whenIwasattheclub,then?Wereyou?’saidMr.Omer,shuttinguponeeye.

           ‘Yes,’saidJoram.‘Asyousaidwecouldmakealittletripofit,andgoovertogether,ifitwasdone,Minnieandmeandyou.’

           ‘Oh!Ithoughtyouweregoingtoleavemeoutaltogether,’saidMr.Omer,laughingtillhecoughed.

           ‘-Asyouwassogoodastosaythat,’resumedtheyoungman,‘whyIturnedtowithawill,yousee.Willyougivemeyouropinionofit?’

           ‘Iwill,’saidMr.Omer,rising.‘Mydear’;andhestoppedandturnedtome:‘wouldyouliketoseeyour

           ‘No,father,’Minnieinterposed.

           ‘Ithoughtitmightbeagreeable,mydear,’saidMr.Omer.‘Butperhapsyou’reright.

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