t from my  me feel tcomato from me one day and ran a. Inspired, perer Gobblers success, o t frosted, and ate every bit of it. I e ill afterribution also overtook turkey.

    to  in out-of-t est deligo  for t tell Marton o go egg-ing, but I  sometood. unate enougo find a nest I never alloand by empic signs t s fall and break them.

    tored, table erest to Mart me keep my en got cy.

    tmas  kno , but I enjoyed t odours t filled tidbits t o Marton and me to keep us quiet. e  t did not interfere .

    to grind tirring spoons. I ocking because t remember,  terested me especially, nor did my curiosity cause me to s.

    Marton  a love of misctle ced on teps one  July afternoon. One tle buncied rings sticking out all over e,  on. e ting out paper dolls; but , and after cutting up our srings and clipping all t urned my attention to Marted at first, but finally submitted. t turn and turn about is fair play, s off one of my curls, and  for my motimely interference.

    Belle, our dog, my oto sleep by to romp ried o teac stentive. Simes started and quivered ement, tly rigid, as dogs do  ted in t I kneretcemptuous sniffs, go to te side of ted,  off in searcha.

    Many incidents of ted, but clear and distinct, making t silent, aimless, dayless life all tense.

    One day I o spill er on my apron, and I spread it out to dry before tting-room  dry quickly enougo suit me, so I dre rig aso life; t in a moment my cloterrified noise t brougo t over me, s suffocated m