"But they say again, that it's—it's—curse their big words—they say it's—to be got over in time."
"Well—that's something, isn't it?"
"To be sure it is; and a'n't anything better than nothing? But then, again, here's a stone in the other pocket—they say there's a circumstance!—don't you hate circumstances, Titty?—I do."
"So do I!—What does it mean? I've often heard—isn't it a thing? And that may be—anything."
"Oh, there's a great dif—hem! And they go on to say it's happened since you was there"——
"Curse me, then, if that don't mean you, Huckaback!" interrupted Titmouse, with returning anger.
"No, that can't be it; they said they'd no control over the circumstance;—now they had over me; for they ordered me to the door, and I went; a'n't that so, Titty?—Lord, how my eye does smart, to be sure!"
"And don't I smart all over, inside and out, if it comes to that?" inquired Titmouse, dolefully.
"There's nothing particular in the rest of the letter—only uncommon civil, and saying if anything turns up you shall hear."
"I could make that out myself—so there's nothing in that"—said Titmouse, quickly.