And tom coloured s  his eyes.

    `Go, go! said Mr tulliver peremptorily; beginning to feel ratable at to create las alk. It is as I t - ter your mother.

    Maggie s up t once,  not being inclined to see after ter by going into a dark corner beooms absence, neglecting its toilette, but lavis t ted unhy appearance.

    `Did you ever ? said Mr tulliver, as Maggie retired. `Its a pity but  t oer cute - bein a good-looking oo, an come of a rare family for managing - but I picked ers o purpose cause s  a-goin to be told ts o t, you see,  sort o soft upid lads and cute s like as if turned topsy-turvy. Its an uncommon puzzlin thing.

    Mr Rileys gravity gave le under tion of his pinch of snuff, before he said,

    `But your lads not stupid, is , busy making fisackle; e up to it.

    `ell,  not to say stupid -  a notion ot o door, an a sort o commonsense, as   ongue, you see, and  poorly, and cant abide tell me, an as srangers, an you never e ttle  is, to send o a sc nimble ongue and  c my son to be even  tart o me ter sc but  as God made it, I could  ofem; but t so ted round and  a bit like em, as Im clean at fault, often an often. Everyt so - traighe more youre puzzled.

    Mr tulliver took a draug slo a perfectly sane intellect is  his insane world.

    `Youre quite in t of it, tulliver, observed Mr Riley. `Better Spend an extra ion t ried to do so by a son of mine, if Id  your ready money to play ulliver; and I ers into the bargain.

    `I daresay, no