`` Come , come ! '' returned the Carrier , clapping his sounding hands . `` Where 's the pipe ? '' `` I quite forgot the pipe , John . '' Forgot the pipe ! Was such a wonder ever heard of ? She ! Forgot the pipe ! `` I 'll -- I 'll fill it directly . It 's soon done . '' But it was not so soon done , either . It lay in the usual place -- the Carrier 's dreadnought pocket -- with the little pouch , her own work , from which she was used to fill it ; but her hand shook so , that she entangled it -LRB- and yet her hand was small enough to have come out easily , I am sure -RRB- , and bungled terribly . The filling of the pipe and lighting it , those little offices in which I have commended her discretion , were vilely done from first to last . During the whole process , Tackleton stood looking on maliciously with the half-closed eye ; which , whenever it met hers -- or caught it , for it can hardly be said to have ever met another eye : rather being a kind of trap to snatch it up -- augmented her confusion in a most remarkable degree . `` Why , what a clumsy Dot you are this afternoon ! '' said John . `` I could have done it better myself , I verily believe ! '' With these good-natured words , he strode away , and presently was heard , in company with Boxer , and the old horse , and the cart , making lively music down the road . What time the dreamy Caleb still stood , watching his blind daughter , with the same expression on his face . `` Bertha ! ''
said XXXXX , softly .
Boxer Caleb John Tackleton discretion eye first horse music process