emed yet a little clearer.

    Dont leave me, Sue! she whispered. Im afraid, of my own dreaming!

    . er. In a feime, I t— if our plot o hen?

    So I put  only for a moment; and I clambered over  beneats at  my arm about  once s me. It seemed t t I could do. I pulled  like Mrs Sucksby. Not like Mrs Sucksby, at all. Sill stle, and  my t, like featime, opped, and  again and till. She grew heavy, and warm.

    Good girl, I said, too softly to wake her.

    Next morning I e before sroubled, and tried to .

    Did my dreams ? s meeting my gaze. Did I say foolis o come and keep me company!

    I didnt tell  t eig off to  one I  to fetcaking care, time, to mind ting finger on to the river; she sewed, and dozed, and was

    rung to  iles until  nine, ime to go back up and put o bed. It  t day, over again. S, and laid ood in my room and tle box unlocked, and peeped to cake up trait, kiss it, t it away.

    And t put out my candle tes, before ly: Sue—!

    S sleep. So keep me close to ened.

    S nig after t. You dont mind? s Mayfair?

    could I tell  migress and o double up like girls.

    It  first, , quite like sisters. Quite like sisters, indeed. I aled a sister.

    tleman came.