? ? ? ? 'My dear,' said my aunt, after taking a spoonful of it; 'it's a great deal better than wine. Not half so bilious.'
? ? ? ? I suppose I looked doubtful, for she added:
? ? ? ? 'Tut, tut, child. If nothing worse than Ale happens to us, we are well off.'
? ? ? ? 'I should think so myself, aunt, I am sure,' said I.
? ? ? ? 'Well, then, why DON'T you think so?' said my aunt.
? ? ? ? 'Because you and I are very different people,' I returned.
? ? ? ? 'Stuff and nonsense, Trot!' replied my aunt.
? ? ? ? MY aunt went on with a quiet enjoyment, in which there was very little affectation, if any; drinking the warm ale with a tea-spoon, and soaking her strips of toast in it.
? ? ? ? 'Trot,' said she, 'I don't care for strange faces in general, but I rather like that Barkis of yours, do you know!'
? ? ? ? 'It's better than a hundred pounds to hear you say so!' said I.
? ? ? ? 'It's a most extraordinary world,' observed my aunt, rubbing her nose; 'how that woman ever got into it with that name, is unaccountable to me.
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