and Hunca Munca went cautiously across the hearth-rug.
Then Tom Thumb
, seeing his father, cried out, 'See, father, here I am with the cart, all right and safe!
Just to move it or not move it hurts, an' every little dab-feint that I'm too wise to guard, knowin' there's no weight behind, why them little dab-touches on that poor thumb
goes right to the heart of him, an' hurts worse than a thousand boils or a thousand knockouts--just hurts all over again, an' worse, each time an' touch.
As he held the waxen print close to the blood-stain, it did not take a magnifying glass to see that the two were undoubtedly from the same thumb
. It was evident to me that our unfortunate client was lost.
Oofty-Oofty laid hold of Parsons's thumb
, pulling it out stoutly and snapping it back into place.
'Now,' she said, 'put the ring upon the thumb
of your left hand, and you will see how strong that hand has become.
"I've got him here," he whispered, jerking his thumb
over his shoulder; "he's all right."
"That's a fine line," he said at last, indicating with his thumb
what pleased him.
pressed into his neck on either side of the windpipe directly on the carotid arteries, shutting off the blood to his brain and giving him most exquisite agony, at the same time rendering him unconscious far more swiftly than the swiftest anaesthetic.
Bleeding Heart Yard had been harrowed by Mr Pancks, and cropped by Mr Casby, at the regular seasons; Mr Pancks had taken all the drudgery and all the dirt of the business as his share; Mr Casby had taken all the profits, all the ethereal vapour, and all the moonshine, as his share; and, in the form of words which that benevolent beamer generally employed on Saturday evenings, when he twirled his fat thumbs
after striking the week's balance, 'everything had been satisfactory to all parties--all parties--satisfactory, sir, to all parties.'
At that time he was a mere puppy, soft from the making, without form, ready for the thumb
of circumstance to begin its work upon him.
Take your thumb
out of your mouth and come to ride with Becky in your go-cart." She stretched out her strong young arms to the crowing baby, sat down in a chair with the child, turned her upside down unceremoniously, took from her waistband and scornfully flung away a crooked pin, walked with her (still in a highly reversed position) to the bureau, selected a large safety pin, and proceeded to attach her brief red flannel petticoat to a sort of shirt that she wore.