last, `o Lukes cottage - Luke ake me in. o me wtle girl.

    ` no room for us, my dear, no isnt to one o your aunts - and I , said poor Mrs tulliver, quite destitute of mental resources in tremity.

    Maggie  a little when said,

    `Let us go to Bob Jakins, mother lodger.

    So t on to St Oggs - to the river side.

    Bob

    e t of its age t o prince or packman.  so tood all tep on t Mudport, if  nessed t it produced on tom, o report it; and since tances o , e circles of St Oggs and ter of common talk, accessible to t o ask: except one,  department of an asylum understood to exist in tlemen ances t, and boto make all table for `t sill `Miss. to  could  - ep could   , and  allo present  it srusion and a   of books.

    But after a day or tulliver o to see to toms ters. Maggie er t violent outburst of feeling o fulfil, so be alone  sary only a little  looked on tap at turning round er  his heels.

    `ell go back, if it disturbs you, Miss, said Bob.

    `No, said Maggie, in a low voice, wishing she could smile.

    Bob, closing tood before her.

    `You see,  a little un, Miss, an I ed you to look at it, an take it in your arms, if youd be so good. For o name it after you, an it ud be better for your takin a bit o notice on it.

    Maggie could not speak, but s out o receive tiny baby,  anxiously to ascertain t transference ion and speec it was a way o s.

    `Sit doe a ne to say.

    `Bob, ser a fes, looking do t anxiously, as if