`Come, come and tell me somet tures - I  to knohey mean.

    Maggie   ation to Mr Rileys elboossing back her mane, while she said,

    `O, Ill tell you  means. Its a dreadful picture, isnt it? But I cant  it. t old ers a c o find out  a c only a poor silly old   do  up to  ell you  a rigakes t and sets people doing ener in t em, t make em do w he pleased.

    Mr tulliver ened to tion of Maggies rifying wonder.

    ` book is it t  out, at last.

    `quot;tory of t; by Daniel Defoe; not quite t book for a little girl, said Mr Riley. ` among your books, tulliver?

    Maggie looked  and discouraged, wher said,

    `s one o t at Partridges sale. ts a good binding, you see - an I t taylors quot;; among em; I read in it often of a Sunday (Mr tulliver felt somey  great er because  more of em, sermons mostly, I t t t t it seems one mustnt judge by tside. this is a puzzlin world.

    `ell, said Mr Riley, in an admonitory patronising tone, as ted Maggie on to put by tory of ttier book. tier books?

    `O yes, said Maggie, reviving a little in to vindicate ty of  pretty - but I like tures, and I make stories to tures out of my o quot;amp;Aelig;sops Fablesquot; and a book about kangaroos and t;Pilgrims Progress... quot;

    `Aiful book, said Mr Riley. `You cant read a better.

    `ell, but t deal about t, said Maggie, triumply, `and Ill sure of rue s ian.

    Maggie ran in an instant to t once,  t trouble of searc ture sed.

    `o Mr Riley, `