quot;A fall --quot; sor but stops s ably do ers stock-in-trade and ;You, again,quot; s forbear to giggle. But too blubbered to hear.

    My master puts o t and sakes t and puts it to t a breat. Oh, sad! Oh, sorrowful!

    quot;Dead, is ; sobs t;Broke ;

    And stle grab for te of rated distress; but Missus slaps her hand and she gives over.

    quot;Lets get o a softer bed,quot; says Master.

    aloft to taloon docaps a kneecap, feels a pulse.

    quot;Dead as a doornail,quot; ;Its not a doctor you , its an undertaker.quot;

    Missus ifully and correctly to her eyes.

    quot;You just run along and get one,quot; so ;And t tten you, t. O;

    So off goes ed Cmases spring so fast. As soon as t alone, no trifling, time; t it, ongs, do since t, in and out urn at top.

    toujours discret, Puss occupies ening tters and to tiful beginning of morning in  air ive nostrils catc and vernal  of spring. In a fes, my dear friend joins me. I notice already -- or is it only my fond imagination? -- a cliness in , o so elastic, so spring- upon tectors of t, a fat and cosy cus, sing to ttle at last amid tary joys of a domesticity wo, she and I, have so richly earned.

    ture rouse me from t revery.

    turellement, tender if outrageous moment to return aker in opper, plus a brace of mutes black as beetles, glum as bailiffs, bearing to take t t ted spectacle before terlude amidst roars of approbation and torrents of applause.

    But  til ter cuity.