r, said Mrs Deane, sting  Maggie ical eye.

    `No, no, said Mr tulliver, `t as  matter, and some like t. But it ud be as  ud lie smooth.

    A dreadful resolve , but it ed by to knoo see ter various reasons for refusal, Mrs Deane appealed to Lucy herself.

    `You  like to stay be mother, should you, Lucy?

    `Yes, please, motimidly, blustle neck.

    `ell done, Lucy! Let ay, Mrs Deane, let ay, said Mr Deane, a large but alert-looking man ype of po be seen in all ranks of Englisy - bald cro  tour. igulliver,  it urally a joke bet Mr tulliver ed to excners in to ime t t of  more  Oggs t Miss Susan Dodson, cers, migter carriage and live in a better er Pullet. top, o a great mill-o amp; Co. tacimate female friends observed,  and still in t of spurring.

    `Maggie, said Mrs tulliver, beckoning Maggie to  of Lucys staying tled, `go and get your old you not to come in  going to Mart, you know I did.

    `tom, come out om followed willingly enough.

    `Come upstairs om, sside t to do before dinner.

    `time to play at anytom, ient of any intermediate prospect.

    `O yes, time for tom.

    tom folloairs into  once to a dra a large pair of scissors.

    ` are tom, feeling y awakened.

    Maggie ansting traighe middle of her forehead.

    `O, my buttons, Maggie - youll catc! exclaimed tom. `Youd better not cut any more off.

    Snip!  t scissors again her good fun: Maggie would look so queer.

    `om, cut it beed by o finishe deed.