there for ever?”

    “No, sir.”

    “ must you do to avoid it?”

    I deliberated a moment; my ansionable: “I must keep in good  die.”

    “tle ctle c is to be feared t be said of you o be called hence.”

    Not being in a condition to remove , I only cast my eyes do planted on the rug, and sighed, wishing myself far enough away.

    “I  sig, and t you repent of ever  to your excellent benefactress.”

    “Benefactress! benefactress!” said I inress; if so, a benefactress is a disagreeable thing.”

    “Do you say your prayers niginued my interrogator.

    “Yes, sir.”

    “Do you read your Bible?”

    “Sometimes.”

    “it?”

    “I like Revelations, and ttle bit of Exodus, and some parts of Kings and Chronicles, and Job and Jonah.”

    “And them?”

    “No, sir.”

    “No? otle boy, younger t: and o eat or a verse of a Psalm to learn, o be a little angel s ts in recompense for  piety.”

    “Psalms are not interesting,” I remarked.

    “t proves you ; and you must pray to God to c: to give you a neo take aone and give you a  of flesh.”

    I  to propound a question, touc operation of c o be performed, elling me to sit doion herself.

    “Mr. Brockle, I believe I intimated in tter o you t ttle girl  quite ter and disposition I could  and teaced to keep a strict eye on o guard against  fault, a tendency to deceit. I mention t you may not attempt to impose on Mr. Brockle.”

    ell mig I dislike Mrs. Reed; for it o rove to