resay, Miss Spitfire! Id never be suc. Lucy doesnt do so. I like Lucy better ter.

    `ts very o ing up ting toms , but tantial evidence  om turned  said notruck  o strike a girl, and tom tulliver e determined hing cowardly.

    Maggie stood in dismay and terror  up from ttered ruins of ely, like a kitten pausing from its lapping.

    `O tom, said Maggie, at last, going oo knock it do.

    tom took no notice of  took, instead, t of  and s t t first, but presently inct aim of ting a superannuated blue-bottle y in t ture, ruction of this weak individual.

    to Maggie, and toms persistent coldness to o look at t birds nest  caring to s Maggie, and peeled a c offering one to Maggie. Lucy  you like one? But tom was deaf.

    Still t of tunely spreading ail on tackyard  as to divert temporarily from personal grievances. And tiful sig Garum Firs. All tams, speckled and topknotted - Friesland urned t flety-spotted feater pigeons and a tame magpie; nay, a goat, and a es all about, and glittering iful patterns - note common at Garum Firs; and tom t t toads to terised uncle Pullets possessions as a gentleman farmer. toads urally leaner. As for t  less remarkable: it re, and ttlemented turrets, and tering ucco.

    Uncle Pullet ed party approace to unbar and unc door, kept alified condition from fear of tramps o knouffed birds in to contemplate rus a Pullet too appeared at ter op t let em come up teps: Sallys bringing t and ter, to rub their shoes.

    Mrs Pullet