My mother and my uncle _Toby_ expected my father would be the death of _Obadiah_--and that there never would be an end of the disaster. ----See here! you rascal, cried my father, pointing to the mule, what you have done! ----It was not me, said _Obadiah_. ----How do I know that? replied my father.
Triumph swam in my father's eyes, at the repartee--the _Attic_ salt brought water into them--and so _Obadiah_ heard no more about it.
Now let us go back to my brother's death.

My mother and my uncle Toby expected my father would be the death of Obadiah - and that there would never be an end of it.
'See here! you rascal,' cried my father, pointing to the mule, 'what you have done!'
'It was not me,' said Obadiah.
'How do I know that?' replied my father.
Triumph swam in my father's eyes at this repartee - and so Obadiah heard no more about it.
Now let us go back to my brother's death.
