When my father had danced his white bear backwards and forwards through half a dozen pages, he closed the book for good an' all, --and in a kind of triumph redelivered it into _Trim's_ hand, with a nod to lay it upon the 'scrutoire, where he found it. 
When my father had danced his white bear backwards and forwards through half a dozen pages, he closed the book, and handed it triumphantly to Trim.
