There was a dance in the evening . With which general mention of that recreation , I should have left it alone , if I had not some reason to suppose that it was quite an original dance , and one of a most uncommon figure . It was formed in an odd way ; in this way . Edward , that sailor-fellow -- a good free dashing sort of fellow he was -- had been telling them various marvels concerning parrots , and mines , and Mexicans , and gold dust , when all at once he took it in his head to jump up from his seat and propose a dance ; for Bertha 's harp was there , and she such a hand upon it as you seldom hear . Dot -LRB- sly little piece of affectation when she chose -RRB- said her dancing days were over ; I think because the Carrier was smoking his pipe , and she liked sitting by him best . Mrs. Fielding had no choice , of course , but to say her dancing days were over , after that ; and everybody said the same , except May ; May was ready . So , May and Edward get up , amid great applause , to dance alone ; and Bertha plays her liveliest tune . Well ! if you 'll believe me , they had not been dancing five minutes , when suddenly the Carrier flings his pipe away , takes Dot round the waist , dashes out into the room , and starts off with her , toe and heel , quite wonderfully . Tackleton no sooner sees this than he skims across to Mrs. Fielding , takes her round the waist , and follows suit . Old Dot no sooner sees this than up he is , all alive , whisks off Mrs. Dot into the middle of the dance , and is foremost there . Caleb no sooner sees this than he clutches Tilly Slowboy by both hands , and goes off at score ; Miss Slowboy , firm in the belief that diving hotly in among the other couples , and effecting any number of concussions with them , is your only principle of footing it . Hark ! how the Cricket joins the music with its Chirp , Chirp , Chirp ; and how the kettle hums ! * * * * * But what is this ? Even as I listen to them blithely , and turn towards Dot , for one last glimpse of a little figure very pleasant to me , she and the rest have vanished into air , and I am left alone . THE WATER BABIES CHAPTER I `` I heard a thousand blended notes , While in a grove I sate reclined ; In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind . `` To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think , What man has made of man . '' WORDSWORTH . Once upon a time there was a little chimney-sweep , and his name was Tom .
That is a short name , and you have heard it before , so you will not have much trouble XXXXX remembering it .
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