his father continuing to smoke, with a mixed expression of wisdom and complacency, which was particularly edifying.
"'Afore I see you, I thought all women was alike.'"
"So they are," observed the elder Mr. Weller, parenthetically.
"'But now,' continued Sam, 'now I find what a reg'lar soft-headed, inkred'lous turnip I must ha' been; for there ain't nobody like you, though I like you better than nothin' at all. I thought it best to make that rayther strong," said Sam, looking up.
Mr. Weller nodded approvingly, and Sam resumed.
"'So I take the privilidge of the day, Mary, my dear—as the gen'l'm'n in difficulties did, ven he valked out of a Sunday,—to tell you that the first and only time I see you, your likeness was took on my hart in much quicker time and brighter colours than ever a likeness was took by the profeel macheen (wich p'raps you may have heerd on Mary my dear) altho it does finish a portrait and put the frame and glass on complete, with a hook at the end to hang it up by, and all in two minutes and a quarter."
"I am afeerd that werges on the poetical, Sammy," said Mr. Weller, dubiously.
"No it don't," replied Sam, reading on very quickly, to avoid contesting the point:
"'Except of me Mary my dear as your walentine and think over what I've said.—My dear Mary I will now conclude.' That's all," said Sam.
"That's rather a sudden pull up, ain't it, Sammy?" inquired Mr. Weller.
"Not a bit on it," said Sam; "she'll vish there wos more, and that's the great art o' letter writin"."
"Well," said Mr. Weller, "there's somethin' in that; and I wish your mother-in-law 'ud only conduct her conwersation on the same gen-teel principle. Ain't you a goin' to sign it?"
"That's the difficulty," said Sam; "I don't know what to sign it."
