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skeletons； and that he gave me at parting； as a soother of my
sorrows and a contribution to my peace of mind。
I left Salem House upon the morrow afternoon。 I little thought
then that I left it； never to return。 We travelled very slowly all
night； and did not get into Yarmouth before nine or ten o’clock in
the morning。 I looked out for Mr。 Barkis； but he was not there； and
instead of him a fat； short…winded； merry…looking； little old man in
black； with rusty little bunches of ribbons at the knees of his
breeches； black stockings； and a broad…brimmed hat； came puffing
up to the coach window； and said：
‘Master Copperfield？’
‘Yes； sir。’
‘Will you come with me； young sir； if you please；’ he said；
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opening the door； ‘and I shall have the pleasure of taking you
home。’
I put my hand in his； wondering who he was； and we walked
away to a shop in a narrow street； on which was written OMER；
DRAPER； TAILOR； HABERDASHER； FUNERAL FURNISHER；
&c。 It was a close and stifling little shop； full of all sorts of clothing；
made and unmade； including one window full of beaver…hats and
bonnets。 We went into a little back…parlour behind the shop； where
we found three young women at work on a quantity of black
materials； which were heaped upon the table； and little bits and
cuttings of which were littered all over the floor。 There was a good
fire in the room； and a breathless smell of warm black crape—I did
not know what the smell was then； but I know now。
The three young women； who appeared to be very industrious
and comfortable； raised their heads to look at me； and then went
on with their work。 Stitch； stitch； stitch。 At the same time there
came from a workshop across a little yard outside the window； a
regular sound of hammering that kept a kind of tune： Rat—tat…tat；
Rat—tat…tat； Rat—tat…tat； without any variation。
‘Well；’ said my conductor to one of the three young women。
‘How do you get on； Minnie？’
‘We shall be ready by the trying…on time；’ she replied gaily；
without looking up。 ‘Don’t you be afraid； father。’
Mr。 Omer took off his broad…brimmed hat； and sat down and
panted。 He was so fat that he was obliged to pant some time before
he could say：
‘That’s right。’
‘Father！’ said Minnie； playfully。 ‘What a porpoise you do grow！’
‘Well； I don’t know how it is； my dear；’ he replied； considering
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about it。 ‘I am rather so。’
‘You are such a comfortable man； you see；’ said Minnie。 ‘You
take things so easy。’
‘No use taking ’em otherwise； my dear；’ said Mr。 Omer。
‘No； indeed；’ returned his daughter。 ‘We are all pretty gay here；
thank Heaven！ Ain’t we； father？’
‘I hope so； my dear；’ said Mr。 Omer。 ‘As I have got my breath
now； I think I’ll measure this young scholar。 Would you walk into
the shop； Master Copperfield？’
I preceded Mr。 Omer； in compliance with his request； and after
showing me a roll of cloth which he said was extra super； and too
good mourning for anything short of parents； he took my various
dimensions； and put them down in a book。 While he was recording
them he called my attention to his stock in trade； and to certain
fashions which he said had ‘just come up’； and to certain other
fashions which he said had ‘just gone out’。
‘And by that sort of thing we very often lose a little mint of
money；’ said Mr。 Omer。 ‘But fashions are like human beings。 They
come in； nobody knows when； why； or how； and they go out；
nobody knows when； why； or how。 Everything is like life； in my
opinion； if you look at it in that point of view。’
I was too sorrowful to discuss the question； which would
possibly have been beyond me under any circumstances； and Mr。
Omer took me back into the parlour； breathing with some
difficulty on the way。
He then called down a little break…neck range of steps behind a
door： ‘Bring up that tea and bread…and…butter！’ which； after some
time； during which I sat looking about me and thinking； and
listening to the stitching in the room and the tune that was being
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hammered across the yard； appeared on a tray； and turned out to
be for me。
‘I have been acquainted with you；’ said Mr。 Omer； after
watching me for some minutes； during which I had not made
much impression on the breakfast； for the black things destroyed
my appetite； ‘I have been acquainted with you a long time； my
young friend。’
‘Have you； sir？’
‘All your life；’ said Mr。 Omer。 ‘I may say before it。 I knew your
father before you。 He was five foot nine and a half； and he lays in
five…and…twen…ty foot of ground。’
‘Rat—tat…tat； Rat—tat…tat； Rat—tat…tat；’ across the yard。
‘He lays in five and twen…ty foot of ground； if he lays in a
fraction；’ said Mr。 Omer； pleasantly。 ‘It was either his request or
her direction； I forget which。’
‘Do you know how my little brother is； sir？’ I inquired。
Mr。 Omer shook his head。
‘Rat—tat…tat； Rat—tat…tat； Rat—tat…tat。’
‘He is in his mother’s arms；’ said he。
‘Oh； poor little fellow！ Is he dead？’
‘Don’t mind it more than you can help；’ said Mr。 Omer。 ‘Yes。
The baby’s dead。’
My wounds broke out afresh at this intelligence。 I left the
scarcely…tasted breakfast； and went and rested my head on
another table； in a corner of the little room； which Minnie hastily
cleared； lest I should spot the mourning that was lying there with
my tears。 She was a pretty； good…natured girl； and put my hair
away from my eyes with a soft； kind touch； but she was very
cheerful at having nearly finished her work and being in good
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time； and was so different from me！
Presently the tune left off； and a good…looking young fellow
came across the yard into the room。 He had a hammer in his hand；
and his mouth was full of little nails； which he was obliged to take
out before he could speak。
‘Well； Joram！’ said Mr。 Omer。 ‘How do you get on？’
‘All right；’ said Joram。 ‘Done； sir。’
Minnie coloured a little； and the other two girls smiled at one
another。
‘What！ you were at it by candle…light last night； when I was at
the club； then？ Were you？’ said Mr。 Omer； shutting up one eye。
‘Yes；’ said Joram。 ‘As you said we could make a little trip of it；
and go over together； if it was done； Minnie and me—and you。’
‘Oh！ I thought you were going to leave me out altogether；’ said
Mr。 Omer； laughing till he coughed。
‘—As you was so good as to say that；’ resumed the young man；
‘why I turned to with a will； you see。 Will you give me your opinion
of it？’
‘I will；’ said Mr。 Omer； rising。 ‘My dear’； and he stopped and
turned to me： ‘would you like to see your—’
‘No； father；’ Minnie interposed。
‘I thought it might be agreeable； my dear；’ said Mr。 Omer。 ‘But
perhaps you’re right。’
I can’t say how I knew it was my dear； dear mother’s coffin that
they went to look at。 I had never heard one making； I had never
seen one that I know of。—but it came into my mind what the noise
was； while it was going on； and when the young man entered； I am
sure I knew what he had been doing。
The work being now finished； the two girls； whose names I had
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not heard； brushed the shreds and threads from their dresses； and
went into the shop to put that to rights； and wait for customers。
Minnie stayed behind to fold up what they had made； and pack it
in two baskets。 This she did upon her knees； humming a lively
little tune the while。 Joram； who I had no doubt was her lover；
came in and stole a kiss from her while she was busy （he didn’t
appear to mind me； at all）； and said her father was gone for the
chaise； and he must make haste and get himself ready。 Then he
went out again； and then she put her thimble and scissors in her
pocket； and stuck a needle threaded with black thread neatly in
the bosom of her gown； and put on her outer clothing smartly； at a
little glass behind the door； in which I saw the reflection of her
pleased face。
All this I observed； sitting at the table in the corner with my
head leaning on my hand； and my thoughts running on very
different things。 The chaise soon came round to the front of the
shop； and the baskets being put in first； I was put in next； and
those three followed。 I remember it as a kind of half chaise…cart；
half pianoforte…van； painted of a sombre colour； and drawn by a
black horse with a long tail。 There was plenty of room for us all。
I do not think I have ever experienced so strange a feeling in
my life （I am wiser now； perhaps） as that of being with them；
remembering how they had been employed； and seeing them
enjoy the ride。 I was not angry with them； I was more afraid of
them； as if I were cast away among creatures with whom I had no
community of nature。 They were ver
