Mugby Junction, Charles Dickens [books under 200 pages .TXT] 📗

must have some name in going about, for people to pick up," heexplained to Mugby High Street, through the Inn window, "and that name atleast was real once. Whereas, Young Jackson!--Not to mention its being asadly satirical misnomer for Old Jackson."

He took up his hat and walked out, just in time to see, passing along onthe opposite side of the way, a velveteen man, carrying his day's dinnerin a small bundle that might have been larger without suspicion ofgluttony, and pelting away towards the Junction at a great pace.

"There's Lamps!" said Barbox Brothers. "And by the bye--"

Ridiculous, surely, that a man so serious, so self-contained, and not yetthree days emancipated from a routine of drudgery, should stand rubbinghis chin in the street, in a brown study about Comic Songs.

"Bedside?" said Barbox Brothers testily. "Sings them at the bedside? Whyat the bedside, unless he goes to bed drunk? Does, I shouldn't wonder.But it's no business of mine. Let me see. Mugby Junction, MugbyJ