"Oh, then, of course you are too happy to show such respect to the wishes of the defunct."
"What defunct?"
"Your uncle."
"What! uncle Sneezum?" and a wonderful light seemed to break in upon my mind.—"He sent this baby here?"
Mr Morgan nodded his head; and, being a man of great caution, he only put his finger in a mysterious manner alongside of his nose, and said—
"Secrets in all families, Sneezum."
"Oho! well—but the women—they're ugly customers, both of them; uncle Sneezum was no judge of beauty."
"The women! what do you mean?" said Mr Morgan.
"Ay, which of them is it? but you need hardly tell, for I should never know which of them you meant; they're a great deal liker each other than any two peas I ever saw. Are we to call her Mrs Sneezum?"
Here Mr Morgan burst into a great laugh.