and nothin’ on.’
‘Wery goodSammy’ replied Mr. Weller‘I’m quite agreeable to
anythin’ as vill hexpedite businessSammy. But mind this here
my boynobody but Pell—nobody but Pell as a legal adwiser.’
‘I don’t want anybody else’ replied Sam. ‘Noware you a-
comin’?’
‘Vait a minitSammy’ replied Mr. Wellerwhohaving tied his
shawl with the aid of a small glass that hung in the windowwas
nowby dint of the most wonderful exertionsstruggling into his
upper garments. ‘Vait a minit’ Sammy; ven you grow as old as
your fatheryou von’t get into your veskit quite as easy as you do
nowmy boy.’
‘If I couldn’t get into it easier than thatI’m blessed if I’d vear
vun at all’ rejoined his son.
‘You think so now’ said Mr. Wellerwith the gravity of age‘but
you’ll find that as you get videryou’ll get viser. Vidth and visdom
Sammyalvays grows together.’
As Mr. Weller delivered this infallible maxim—the result of
many years’ personal experience and observation—he contrived
by a dexterous twist of his bodyto get the bottom button of his
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