`` This is the day on which little what 's - her-name , the spoilt child , Peerybingle 's wife , pays her regular visit to you -- makes her fantastic Picnic here , a n't it ? '' said Tackleton with a strong expression of distaste for the whole concern . `` Yes , '' replied Bertha . `` This is the day . '' `` I thought so , '' said Tackleton . `` I should like to join the party . '' `` Do you hear that , father ? '' cried the Blind Girl in an ecstasy . `` Yes , yes , I hear it , '' murmured Caleb with the fixed look of a sleep-walker ; `` but I do n't believe it . It 's one of my lies , I 've no doubt . '' `` You see I -- I want to bring the Peerybingles a little more into company with May Fielding , '' said Tackleton . `` I 'm going to be married to May . '' `` Married ! '' cried the Blind Girl , starting from him . `` She 's such a con-founded idiot , '' muttered Tackleton , `` that I was afraid she 'd never comprehend me . Ah , Bertha ! Married ! Church , parson , clerk , beadle , glass coach , bells , breakfast , bridecake , favours , marrow-bones , cleavers , and all the rest of the tomfoolery . A wedding , you know ; a wedding . Do n't you know what a wedding is ? ''
`` I know , '' replied the Blind Girl XXXXX a gentle tone .
Tackleton cleavers from in of on that to tomfoolery with