Now , as there 's nothing like ` taking time by the fetlock ' , as Winkle characteristically observes , allow me to present the new member . '' And , to the dismay of the rest of the club , Jo threw open the door of the closet , and displayed Laurie sitting on a rag bag , flushed and twinkling with suppressed laughter . `` You rogue ! You traitor ! Jo , how could you ? '' cried the three girls , as Snodgrass led her friend triumphantly forth , and producing both a chair and a badge , installed him in a jiffy . `` The coolness of you two rascals is amazing , '' began Mr. Pickwick , trying to get up an awful frown and only succeeding in producing an amiable smile . But the new member was equal to the occasion , and rising , with a grateful salutation to the Chair , said in the most engaging manner , `` Mr. President and ladies -- I beg pardon , gentlemen -- allow me to introduce myself as Sam Weller , the very humble servant of the club . '' `` Good ! Good ! '' cried Jo , pounding with the handle of the old warming pan on which she leaned . `` My faithful friend and noble patron , '' continued Laurie with a wave of the hand , `` who has so flatteringly presented me , is not to be blamed for the base stratagem of tonight . I planned it , and she only gave in after lots of teasing . '' `` Come now , do n't lay it all on yourself . You know I proposed the cupboard , '' broke in Snodgrass , who was enjoying the joke amazingly . `` Never mind what she says . I 'm the wretch that did it , sir , '' said the new member , with a Welleresque nod to Mr. Pickwick . `` But on my honor , I never will do so again , and henceforth devote myself to the interest of this immortal club . '' `` Hear ! Hear ! ''
cried XXXXX , clashing the lid of the warming pan like a cymbal .
Jo Laurie Pickwick President Snodgrass Weller Winkle fetlock pardon salutation