Charles Dickens

Dickens' Stories About Children Every Child Can Read Charles Dickens

One cold day, near the end of the year, Toby had been waiting a long time for a job, trotting up and down in his usual place before the church, and trying hard to keep himself warm, when the bells chimed twelve o'clock, which made Toby think of dinner."There's nothing," he remarked, carefully feeling his nose to make sure it was still there, "more regular in coming round than dinner-time, and nothing less regular in coming round than dinner. That's the great difference between 'em." He went on talking to himself, trotting up and down, and never noticing who was coming near to him."Why, father, father," said a pleasant voice, and Toby turned to find his daughter's sweet, bright eyes close to his.