`Nay, Miss, In got to keep count o t do s o t  to get tly lies, I ts printed i ted ss are, anyreets.

    `om, Luke, said Maggie, urn tion agreeably, `toms not fond of reading. I love tom so dearly, Luke - better togetell  kno I toms clever, for all  like books: iful w-pens.

    `A s are all dead.

    `Dead! screamed Maggie, jumping up from  on t, tted doe, t tom spent all o buy?

    `As dead as moles, said Luke, fetcakable corpses nailed to table wall.

    `O dear Luke, said Maggie, in a piteous tone, old me to take care ofem, and I forgot.  shall I do?

    `ell, you see, Miss, t far tool o see to em. I reckon Master tom told o feed em, but tin on ur as iver come about t  ud gripe him.

    `O Luke, tom told me to be sure and remember ts every day - but  come into my  s - and so am I sorry. O w shall I do?

    `Dont you fret, Miss, said Luke, soots - t o natur niver ty doesnt like em. s ears to lie back, an its not contrairiness to make em iff dogs. Master tom ull knoter nor buy sucime. Dont you fret, Miss. ill you come along e.

    tation offered an agreeable distraction to Maggies grief, and ears gradually subsided as srotted along by Lukes side to  cottage, s apple and pear trees, and y of a lean-to pig-sty, close by tance: sed ality in bread and treacle and possessed various . Maggie actually forgot t sood on a co look at a remarkable series of pictures representing tume of Sir C t, as miged from ive moral cer, , like t accomplisaste and strengto