Mr. Fledgeby’s evil star showing her the pepper-box on the chimneypiece, she climbed upon a chair, and got it down, and sprinkled all the plasters with a judicious hand. She then went back to Mr. Fledgeby, and stuck them all on him: Mr. Fledgeby uttering a sharp howl as each was put in its place.

“There, young man!” said the dolls’ dressmaker. “Now I hope you feel pretty comfortable?”

Apparently, Mr. Fledgeby did not, for he cried by way of answer, “Oh⁠—h how I do smart!”