Somebody's Luggage, Charles Dickens [good books for 8th graders TXT] 📗

ct of Madness onthe part of a Waiter,--and took to his bed (leastwise, your motherand family's bed), with the statement that his eyes were devilledkidneys. Physicians being in vain, your father expired, afterrepeating at intervals for a day and a night, when gleams of reasonand old business fitfully illuminated his being, "Two and two isfive. And three is sixpence." Interred in the parochial departmentof the neighbouring churchyard, and accompanied to the grave by asmany Waiters of long standing as could spare the morning time fromtheir soiled glasses (namely, one), your bereaved form was attiredin a white neckankecher, and you was took on from motives ofbenevolence at The George and Gridiron, theatrical and supper.Here, supporting nature on what you found in the plates (which wasas it happened, and but too often thoughtlessly, immersed inmustard), and on what you found in the glasses (which rarely wentbeyond driblets and lemon), by night you dropped asleep standing,till you was cuffed awak