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Now it so happened about this time, that Mr. and Mrs. Manly and Mr. and Mrs. Little were spending an evening with Mr. and Mrs. Pelby. William and Emma had their suppers prepared for them in the kitchen, and then, as usual, were put to bed; but “dear little Henry” was so interesting to his parents, and they naturally thought must be so interesting to their company, that he was allowed to sit up and come to the tea-table. As Mrs. Pelby had no dining-room, the back parlour was used for this purpose, and so all the progressive arrangements of the tea-table were visible.

“Oh, dinne weddy! dinne weddy!” cried little Henry, sliding down from the lap of Mrs. Little–whose collar he had been rumpling so that it was hardly fit to be seen–as soon as he saw the cloth laid; and, running for a chair, he was soon perched up in it, calling lustily for “meat.”

“Oh, no, no, Henry! dinner not ready yet!” said Mrs. Pelby, starting forward, and endeavouring to remove the child from his seat; but Henry screamed and resisted.

“Oh, let him sit, mother!” interfered Mr. Pelby. “The little dear don’t understand waiting as we do.”

“Yes, but, father, it is time that he had learned. Tea isn’t near ready yet; and if he is allowed to sit here, he will pull and haul every thing about,” responded Mrs. Pelby.

“Oh, never mind, mother! Give him some meat, and he’ll be quiet enough. I never like to see little folks made to wait for grown people; they cannot understand nor appreciate the reason of it.”

And so little Henry was permitted to remain at the table, picking first at one thing and then at another, much to the discomfort and mortification of his mother, who could not see in this indulgence any thing very interesting. Mrs. Little was relieved, although her collar was disfigured for the evening past hope.

After a while tea was announced, and the company sat down.

“Me toffee! me toffee!” cried Henry, stretching out his hands impatiently. “Me toffee, ma! me toffee, ma!” as soon as Mrs. Pelby was seated before the tea-tray, and had commenced supplying the cups with cream and sugar.

“Yes–yes–Henry shall have coffee. H-u-s-h–there–be quiet–that’s a good boy,” she said, soothingly. But–

“Me toffee, ma! me toffee, ma! me toffee, ma!” was continued without a moment’s cessation. “Ma! ma! ma! me toffee! me toffee!”

“Yes, yes, yes! you shall have coffee in a moment; only be patient, child!” Mrs. Pelby now said, evidently worried; for Henry was crying at the top of his voice, and impatiently shaking his hands and vibrating his whole body.

But he ceased not a moment until his mother, before any of the company had been served, prepared him a cup of milk and warm water, sweetened. Placing his lips to the edge of the cup, Henry drank the whole of it off before the table was more than half served.

“Me more toffee, ma!”

Mrs. Pelby paused, and looked him in the face with an expression of half despair and half astonishment.

“Me more toffee, ma!” continued Henry.

“Yes, wait a moment, and I’ll give you more,” she said.

“More toffee, ma!” in a louder voice.

“Yes, in a moment.”

“More toffee, ma!” This time louder and more impatiently.

To keep the peace, a second cup of milk and water had to be prepared, and then Mrs. Pelby finished waiting on her company. But it soon appeared that the second cup had not really been wanted, for now that he had it, the child could not swallow more than two or three draughts. His amusement now consisted in playing in his saucer with a spoon, which being perceived by his mother, she said to him–

“There now, Henry, you didn’t want that, after all. Come, let me pour your tea back into the cup, and set the cup on the waiter, or you will spill it;” at the same time making a motion to do what she had proposed. But–