ns. `ont you come in, brot ulliver  already in tirrup.

    `No, no; good-by, said urning his horses head and riding away.

    No man could feel more resolute till  outside te and a little ted lane; but before  turning, ten by some sudden t, for  stand still in t for tes, during  on more sides tly, after  of promptitude, Mr tulliver o t turned  to termined t by saying aloud, as ruck his horse,

    `Poor little om, belike, when Im gone.

    Mr tullivers return into tely ran in ing neo t Mrs Moss ep o sleep in entatious s  merely said,

    `to t her.

    `No, Gritty, no, said Mr tulliver, in a gentle tone. `Dont you fret - ts all - Ill make a s  t - only you must be as cliver and contriving as you can.

    Mrs Mosss tears came again at ted kindness, and shing.

    `Come, come! - ttle  fret... Ill allays be a good broto you.

    `t ears; turning to Lizzy, sch a small paper parcel.

    `Its boiled ty: it o carry it in your pocket?

    `Ay, ay, said Mr tulliver, putting it carefully in . `Good-by.

    And so table miller returned along t lanes rato  still   if er, it migend to make tom  some distant day, ake ; for simple people, like our friend Mr tulliver, are apt to cloto  y for `ttle owards er.