All night the faithful Cricket had been Chirp , Chirp , Chirping on the Hearth . All night he had listened to its voice . All night the Household Fairies had been busy with him . All night she had been amiable and blameless in the glass , except when that one shadow fell upon it . He rose up when it was broad day , and washed and dressed himself . He could n't go about his customary cheerful avocations -- he wanted spirit for them -- but it mattered the less that it was Tackleton 's wedding-day , and he had arranged to make his rounds by proxy . He had thought to have gone merrily to church with Dot . But such plans were at an end . It was their own wedding-day too . Ah ! how little he had looked for such a close to such a year ! The Carrier expected that Tackleton would pay him an early visit ; and he was right . He had not walked to and fro before his own door many minutes , when he saw the toy merchant coming in his chaise along the road . As the chaise drew nearer , he perceived that Tackleton was dressed out sprucely for his marriage , and that he had decorated his horse 's head with flowers and favours . The horse looked much more like a bridegroom than Tackleton , whose half-closed eye was more disagreeably expressive than ever . But the Carrier took little heed of this . His thoughts had other occupation . `` John Peerybingle ! '' said Tackleton with an air of condolence . `` My good fellow , how do you find yourself this morning ? ''
`` I have had but a poor night , Master Tackleton , '' returned the Carrier , shaking his head : `` for I have been a good deal disturbed XXXXX my mind .
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