Chapter 64

Pray what’s the matter? Who is there? cried my father, waking, the moment the door began to creak.——I wish the smith would give a peep at that confounded hinge.——’Tis nothing, an please your honour, said _Trim_, but two mortars I am bringing in.—They shan’t make a clatter with them here, cried my father hastily.—If Dr. _Slop_ has any drugs to pound, let him do it in the kitchen.—May it please your honour, cried _Trim_, they are two mortar-pieces for a siege next summer, which I have been making out of a pair of jac…