The Broken Pitcher

The Broken Pitcher
The Jewel Casket
The Kitchen Maid
The Lady of Shalott
'Indeed! What is that?' returns Miss Larkins. ¡¡¡¡'A flower of yours, that I may treasure it as a miser does gold.' ¡¡¡¡'You're a bold boy,' says Miss Larkins. 'There.' ¡¡¡¡She gives it me, not displeased; and I put it to my lips, and then into my breast. Miss Larkins, laughing, draws her hand through my arm, and says, 'Now take me back to Captain Bailey.' ¡¡¡¡I am lost in the recollection of this delicious interview, and the waltz, when she comes to me again, with a plain elderly gentleman who has been playing whist all night, upon her arm, and says:
oil painting¡¡¡¡'Oh! here is my bold friend! Mr. Chestle wants to know you, Mr. Copperfield.' ¡¡¡¡I feel at once that he is a friend of the family, and am much gratified. ¡¡¡¡'I admire your taste, sir,' says Mr. Chestle. 'It does you credit. I suppose you don't take much interest in hops; but I am a pretty large grower myself; and if you ever like to come over to our neighbourhood - neighbourhood of Ashford - and take a run about our place, -we shall be glad for you to stop as long as you like.'