“Oh, mum!⁠—But there’s Mrs. Higden,” said Sloppy, checking himself in his raptures, drawing back, and shaking his head with very serious meaning. “There’s Mrs. Higden. Mrs. Higden goes before all. None can ever be better friends to me than Mrs. Higden’s been. And she must be turned for, must Mrs. Higden. Where would Mrs. Higden be if she warn’t turned for!” At the mere thought of Mrs. Higden in this inconceivable affliction, Mr. Sloppy’s countenance became pale, and manifested the most distressful emotions.