CHAPTER LV.
MR. SOLOMON PELL, ASSISTED BY A SELECT COMMITTEE OF COACH-MEN, ARRANGES THE AFFAIRS OF THE ELDER MR. WELLER.
"Samivel," said Mr. Weller, accosting his son on the morning after the funeral, "I've found it, Sammy. I thought it wos there.
"Thought wot wos were?" inquired Sam.
"Your mother-in-law's vill, Sammy," replied Mr. Weller. "In wirtue o' vich, them arrangements is to be made as I told you on, last night, respectin' the funs."
"Wot, didn't she tell you were it wos?" inquired Sam.
"Not a bit on it, Sammy," replied Mr. Weller. "We wos a adjestin' our little differences, and I wos a cheerin' her spirits and bearin' her up, so that I forgot to ask anythin' about it. I don't know as I should ha' done it indeed, if I had remembered it," added Mr. Weller, "for it's a rum sort o' thing, Sammy, to go a hankerin' arter anybody's property, ven you're assistin' 'em in illness. It's like helping an outside passenger up, ven he's been pitched off a coach, and puttin' your hand in his pocket, vile you ask him vith a sigh how he finds hisself, Sammy."
With this figurative illustration of his meaning, Mr. Weller unclasped his pocket-book, and drew forth a dirty sheet of letter paper, on which on which were inscribed various characters crowded together in remarkable confusion.
"This here is the dockyment, Sammy," said Mr. Weller.
