Sketches by Boz - Penn State University

Charles Dickenshis arms folded, staring up at the balloon, and every now own son and his wife a jostling up against them in another,and all of them going twenty or thirty mile inand then vented his feelings of reverence for the aeronaut,by saying, as he looked round to catch somebody’s three hours or so, and then coming back in pochayses?eye, ‘He’s a rum ‘un is Green; think o’ this here being I don’t know where this here science is to stop, mindup’ards of his two hundredth ascent; ecod, the man as is you; that’s what bothers me.’ekal to Green never had the toothache yet, nor won’t Here there was a considerable talking among the femalesin the spencers.have within this hundred year, and that’s all about it.When you meets with real talent, and native, too, encourageit, that’s what I say;’ and when he had delivered little man, condescendingly.‘What’s the ladies a laughing at, sir?’ inquired thehimself to this effect, he would fold his arms with more ‘It’s only my sister Mary,’ said one of the girls, ‘as saysdetermination than ever, and stare at the balloon with a she hopes his lordship won’t be frightened when he’s insort of admiring defiance of any other man alive, beyond the car, and want to come out again.’himself and Green, that impressed the crowd with the ‘Make yourself easy about that there, my dear,’ repliedopinion that he was an oracle.the little man. ‘If he was so much as to move a inch‘Ah, you’re very right, sir,’ said another gentleman, with without leave, Green would jist fetch him a crack overhis wife, and children, and mother, and wife’s sister, and a the head with the telescope, as would send him intohost of female friends, in all the gentility of white pockethandkerchiefs,frills, and spencers, ‘Mr. Green is a steady they come down again.’the bottom of the basket in no time, and stun him tillhand, sir, and there’s no fear about him.’‘Would he, though?’ inquired the other man.‘Fear!’ said the little man: ‘isn’t it a lovely thing to ‘Yes, would he,’ replied the little one, ‘and think nothingof it, neither, if he was the king himself. see him and his wife a going up in one balloon, and hisGreen’s129