"Ah! There now!" cries Mrs. Bagnet, turning about from her saucepans (for she is cooking dinner) with a bright flush on her face. "Would you believe it? Got an engagement at the theayter, with his father, to play the fife in a military piece."
"Well done, my godson!" cries Mr. George, slapping his thigh.

"Ah! There now!" cries Mrs. Bagnet. "Would you believe it? Got an engagement at the theayter, with his father, to play the fife in a military piece."
"Well done, my godson!" cries Mr. George, slapping his thigh. 