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David dryly added “Starvation,” and thereupon Polly covered her face with her hands, but left open a laughing eye at Molly, and Mr. Tripple looked boldly around the board as a man who had said a very bright thing indeed, after which survey he broke out into a not very comfortable laugh. All the rest laughed, too, then, and such good humor prevailed that nothing seemed amiss, and Mr. Tripple’s inexperience was kindly overlooked.

But now the turkey was fast becoming skeletonized, and the good company was fast becoming the reverse. The jollity was increasing and the serious intentions of Mr. Tripple were impending and ready to fall into open profession on the slightest encouragement. The Little Scout’s pinched and pale face–sweet and uncomplaining, even through hunger and want–smiled gently and less sadly as it leaned in Molly’s arms, and, looking up, she said,–

“Poor father! How quiet you were last night when we were walking home. I knew you were thinking about to-day and the poor dinner. How kind it was of good Mr. Griffin. I’d like to thank him myself, father!”

“And so you shall, Little Scout,” said David, gayly, bending over and kissing her with boyish contempt of aged bones; “and so you shall, and I make no doubt he’ll be glad to see you, too, Deary.”

The clock in a neighboring steeple, simultaneously with its ancient kinsman on the shelf, and followed by incoming echoes of a score of others, struck one; but the company little heeded that, and the conviviality was far from diminishing when another summons rattled the street door, and again all exclaimed “There’s Tom!” and crowded to the landing as before.

Polly this time tripped down and came back in a moment with only a letter, saying,–

“A young man, father, with this letter for Mr. Griffin. It’s addressed to his store, but he said it was important, and, knowing you lived here, he depended on you to deliver it at once.”

“Has he gone?” said David, grasping it.

“Yes, father,” replied Polly, “right off.”

Here was a pitiable state of affairs indeed. David Dubbs, aroused from the joyful celebration of his Christmas dinner and from the midst of this cosey party and sent off across the river to his master’s house with a miserable letter and by a miserable young man (and if delivering letters when every other well-intentioned man is eating his turkey isn’t miserable, why what is it?). Sent off on a graceless errand for nothing, perhaps. But his kind employer, who had done so much for his comfort and joy that very day, must not suffer by his neglect, and off he must post; that was imperative. Mr. Tripple offered his services when David had started down-stairs, and when there was no chance of his turning back, but David said, “No, no, Tripple; you just stay and keep the girls company till I get back, and that’ll be enough for you to attend to. Good-by, girls. Good-by, Little Scout; if it wasn’t so cold, she should go too.” And off he trudged, as patient, and cheerful, and proud of his master’s attention and of his mission, too, now he had fully set out, as many a younger and better dressed man would have been.

IV.

When Emanuel Griffin, Esq., leaving the dark little street wherein stood his warehouse and wherein very much of his life and very little of his money was spent–which latter fact had, however, no merely local application but was of a general nature–when, to resume, Emanuel Griffin, Esq., buttoning up his overcoat and, leaving the dark little street, turned the next corner among the mountainous stores and looked vexedly around for a car to bear him to his home across the river, and rattled his keys in his pocket, and nearly hummed a tune in his impatience, suddenly, as the car appeared like a new planet, and with the easy-going motions of a planet in its ascent had nearly reached him–suddenly a thought of something forgotten flashed through his mind, and the violence of its reaction turned him completely around and sent him in a precipitous hurry in the opposite direction, namely, in that which David Dubbs and his little daughter had pursued but a short time before.