Classics Retold

 I had led this life about a month, when the man with wooden leg began to stump about whith a mop and a bucket of water, from which I inferred that preparations were making to receive Mr Creakle and his family.  I was not mistaken; the mop came into the classroom, Mr Mell and me were always in the way of two or three young women whom I saw rarely before.  Our room was always with dust, and I sneezed again and again that Salem House appeared a snuff box. One day I was informed by Mr Mell, that Mr Creakle would be home in the evening.  Before bed-time I was fetched by the man with wooden leg before Mr Creakle. Creakle's part of house was more comfortable, and he had a little pleasant garden.  It lay beyond the dusty desert-like play ground.  I went trembling, along the comfortable passage to the presence of Mr Creakle.  Mr Creakle was a stout gentleman, with a bunch of watch-chains and seals.  He was in an arm-chair, a tumbler and bottle beside him....