CHAPTER 2
elling you to keep aer? Youll tumble in and be dro do as motold you.
Maggies , painfully confirmed ion: Mrs tulliver, desiring er to cut too s in front to be pus raiger it aken out of paper, Maggie ly tossing o keep t of ion wland pony.
`O dear, O dear, Maggie, o t doake it upstairs, t your your otctle lady.
`O motly cross tone, `I dont to do my patchwork.
`, not your pretty patco make a counterpane for your aunt Glegg?
`Its foolisoss of earing to pieces to seoget to do anyt Glegg - I dont like her.
Exit Maggie, dragging by tring, wulliver laughs audibly.
`I you, as youll laug ulliver, said tic fretfulness in one. `You encourage iness. An s s me spoils her.
Mrs tulliver empered person - never cried ted, in s, ty and amiability. But milk and mildness are not t turn only a little sour tomacen upid expression, kept ty undisturbed rong- a little too old to do clot o feeble remonstrance, getting more and more peevis became more and more ineffectual.