Note 132 — Chapter IV
Reading edition
Among those who last Christmas applied at my house for ‘his box, sir, if you please’ (as my maid put it), quite as a matter of course, were the postman, the leader of the waits, the boy who brings the daily newspapers, the bookseller’s boy, the chimney-sweep, the dustman, the grocer’s man, etc., etc., no one of whom I had ever set eyes on. The equal of this I never encountered, except in Paris, on the jour de l’an.