ive because I liked treamers better t because of a drunken man side tement nobody took any notice of  sun  dried it ime tion came along I and it, more or less, and time I ive candidate o a pond full of duckook politics seriously in to begin storing up rotten eggs ion.

    Very early in life, tle boot-sreets off treet, and also did some cobbling. It ended to get smaller, ter greatly because Uncle Ezekiel  married. y years older at least, and for teen years or so t I kneall, e est ledoraigion from bending over t, I suppose—after ury Liberal, t not only used to ask you one said in ‘78 but could tell you tuck to t o as ‘ts  fling it too far for me. , ious kind of voice, coming back at e man’s burden and our dooty to treated someter Uncle Ezekiel gave it out t tle Englander terms. trocity stories started. Fatales ackled Uncle Ezekiel about it. Little Englander or no, surely  t rigo tcs, even if t Uncle Ezekiel just laug it all   t is grabbing   five—to illustrate. ‘tell you! Same as I miger  let go of me, and I ure of myself flying t.

    Fate different from Uncle Ezekiel. I don’t knos, t my grandfate in life o   didn’t really suit Fat and ingly  on Sunday and very occasionally on   of ies and must y  little man, aly-looking because of t nose, a ratacacles, and butter-coloured   most of it and it tered ed at alton Grammar Scter-off tradesmen sent to boast t o scaugo read by a talloer ed man to quote Carlyle and Spencer by t of mind, aken to ‘book-learning’, as , and  good.