This was the order of the day on all the Picnic occasions , and had been ever since their institution . There were two persons present , besides the bride and bridegroom elect , who did but indifferent honour to the toast . One of these was Dot , too flushed and discomposed to adapt herself to any small occurrence of the moment ; the other , Bertha , who rose up hurriedly before the rest , and left the table . `` Good-bye ! '' said stout John Peerybingle , pulling on his dreadnought coat . `` I shall be back at the old time . Good-bye all ! '' `` Good-bye , John , '' returned Caleb . He seemed to say it by rote , and to wave his hand in the same unconscious manner ; for he stood observing Bertha with an anxious wondering face , that never altered its expression . `` Good-bye , young shaver ! '' said the jolly Carrier , bending down to kiss the child ; which Tilly Slowboy , now intent upon her knife and fork , had deposited asleep -LRB- and , strange to say , without damage -RRB- in a little cot of Bertha 's furnishing ; `` good-bye ! Time will come , I suppose , when you 'll turn out into the cold , my little friend , and leave your old father to enjoy his pipe and his rheumatics in the chimney-corner ; eh ? Where 's Dot ? '' `` I 'm here , John ! '' she said , starting . `` Come , come ! '' returned the Carrier , clapping his sounding hands . `` Where 's the pipe ? '' `` I quite forgot the pipe , John . '' Forgot the pipe !
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