e omobile.’

    Grandpapa o tohe day before.

    t urnips, for on to sell in to a sack of peaced.

    ell, Benedict Mady, I see you riding he old man said.

    Doctor Copeland climbed into trembled and a sudden spasm of nausea made  on the rough boards.

    I rigand I alo overlook and forget a good many things if a man be a scholar.

    I very glad to he fambly again.’

    turn soon, Doctor Copeland said. After only a monturn.’

    on  good schink he favors you some.

    man I t noo me. And do number work.

    Small a c for scholars.’

    tion of ted  to s  possible t t in rong, truepurpose. For forty years  all remained to be done and noted.

    *Yes, Benedict Mady, I rigo ing to ask you about t foot. A queer feeling like my foot gone to sleep. I taken  and rubbed it . I reatment.’