“I never saw any wax-work, ma’am,” said Nell.  “Is it funnier than Punch?”

“Funnier!” said Mrs. Jarley, in a shrill voice.  “It is not funny at all.”

“Oh!” said Nell, with all possible humility.

“It isn’t funny at all,” repeated Mrs. Jarley.  “It’s calm and classical.  No low beatings and knockings about, no jokings and squeakings, like your precious Punches, but always the same, with a constantly unchanging air of coldness and gentility; and so life-like, that if wax-work only spoke and walked about, you’d hardly know the difference.”

“Is it here, ma’am?” asked Nell, whose curiosity was awakened by this description.

“Is what here, child?”

“The wax-work, ma’am.”

“Why, bless you, child, what are you thinking of?  How could such a collection be here?  It’s gone on in the other wans to the room where it’ll be exhibited the day after to-morrow.  You’re going to the same town, and you’ll see it, I dare say.”

“I shall not be in the town, I think, ma’am,” said the child.

This answer appeared to greatly astonish Mrs. Jarley, who asked so many questions that Nell was led to tell her some of the details concerning their poverty and wanderings, after which the lady of the caravan relapsed into a thoughtful silence.  At length she shook off her fit of meditation, and held a long conversation with the driver, which conference being concluded, she beckoned Nell to approach.

“And the old gentleman, too,” said Mrs. Jarley.  “I want to have a word with him.  Do you want a good situation for your granddaughter, master?  If you do, I can put her in the way of getting one.  What do you say?”

“I can’t leave her, ma’am,” answered the old man.  “What would become of me without her?”

“I should have thought you were old enough to take care of yourself, if you ever will be,” retorted Mrs. Jarley sharply.

“But he never will be,” whispered the child.  “Pray do not speak harshly to him.  We are very thankful to you,” she added aloud.  “But neither of us could part from the other, if all the wealth of the world were halved between us.”

Mrs. Jarley was a little disconcerted by this reception of her proposal, but presently she addressed the grandfather again: 

“If you’re really disposed to employ yourself,” she said, “you could help to dust the figures, and take the checks, and so forth.  What I want your granddaughter for is to point ’em out to the company.  It’s not a common offer, bear in mind,” said the lady.  “It’s Jarley’s wax-work, remember.  The duties very light and genteel, the company particularly select.  There is none of your open-air wagrancy at Jarley’s, recollect; there is no tarpaulin and saw-dust at Jarley’s, remember.  Every expectation held out in the hand-bills is realized to the utmost, and the whole forms an effect of imposing brilliancy hitherto unrivalled in this kingdom.  Remember that the price of admission is only sixpence, and that this is an opportunity which may never occur again!”