CHAPTER 9
to Garum Firs
roubles of Maggies future ing only tterness of t. C t is sootlived sorro o look at, and t of ternoon visit to Garum Firs Oggs erms of tion in ut - tut - tut! in a tone of mingled disgust and pity, ion to trongest expression of public opinion. Mr Rappit, ted coronal locks tending ed pyramid of flame on a monumental urn, seemed to t moment t formidable of emporaries, into at St Oggs sering t of her life.
Moreover, tion for a visit being alo ullivers room ready an t of t clot not be deferred till t moment, as imes trings le or no at quite easily produced no so t tulliver ing costume ective apparatus of broure in danger of flies; Maggie ing s if possible s of tuckers, ing, `Dont, Maggie, my dear - dont look so ugly! and toms cicularly brilliant as a relief to blue suit, tle ed of interest to oilette - ransferred all tents of s to tually in wear.
As for Lucy, s as pretty and neat as serday: no accidents ever o able in t sy at Maggie, pouting and ing tucker. Maggie ainly orn it off, if s been c ion about ting and ting and be to build till dinner, as a suitable amusement for boys and girls in t clotom build perfect pyramids of Maggies Maggie made, and tom no girls could ever make anyt it Lucy proved building: sly and moved so gently t tom condescended to admire o teacoo emplate t ill-temper, if ucker made om inconsiderately laugold upid.
`Dont laug me, tom! s out, angrily. `Im not a stupid. I kno many t.
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