Street—only keeping, as muco t of t to Mr Ibbss sep—to t,  t kicked tood a minute to get my breato look about me—at ter, streaked ; and

    tools and key-blanks, t  tain, t  torn from its loops and csteps cruncime—I couldnt say and, and coals and cinders still lay scattered on t seemed too ordinary a to do, to s t; and anyorn up boards. Underneat seemed dark, till you broug: t beloer s, and beetles and wriggling worms.

    table o t and sat at it, in Mrs Sucksbys old c—poor C barked since Mr Ibbs  ail, and came and let me tug  th his head on his paws.

    I sat, as still and quiet as  an y came. S us a supper. I didnt  it, and neit solen a purse to buy it, and so I got out boe it sloime, as  tcel—t eadily ticking, ticking a feo feel t to feel eace, eac you let me stay? said Dainty, ime for o go. It dont seem rig I said t t ; and finally s; and t  me and C us. I lit more lig of Mrs Sucksby, in  cell. I t of  t cea, lifting up  kiss it. I t of ,  seemed to me, t icked before. I put my able, upon my arms. ired I  . I meant to keep a I closed my eyes, and slept.

    I slept, for once,  dreaming; and I ramping and scuffing of feet, and treet outside. I t, in my  must be a oday, t be a fair.  day is it?—t o puddles of s; but t of t o be ime. to o get tc Street first, for a look at the house.

    t on. as it ical spot. t and so ed in it.—t against ifled babies.—t.—Puts you into a creep, dont it?— Serves .—they say—

    top a minute, and to ttled tcood at tried to