wings.

    quot;I dont understand you,quot; anser-rat.

    quot;Let me tell you a story on t,quot; said t.

    quot;Is tory about me?quot; asked ter-rat.  quot;If so, I will

    listen to it, for I am extremely fond of fiction.quot;

    quot;It is applicable to you,quot; ans; and he flew down,

    and aligold tory of ted

    Friend.

    quot;Once upon a time,quot; said t, quot;t little

    fellow named ;

    quot;as inguis; asked ter-rat.

    quot;No,quot; ans, quot;I dont tinguis

    all, except for , and his funny round good-humoured

    face.  iny cottage all by himself, and every day he

    here was no garden

    so lovely as -here, and Gilly-flowers, and

    Shere were damask

    Roses, and yellos

    and he

    Cohe Clove-Pink

    bloomed or blossomed in t by,

    one floaking anot there were always

    beautiful to look at, and pleasant odours to smell.

    quot;Little  many friends, but t devoted friend

    of all he rich

    Miller to little  be would never go by

    leaning over the wall and plucking a large nosegay, or a handful of

    s s

    season.

    quot;Real friends she Miller used

    to say, and little  very proud of

    h such noble ideas.

    quot;Sometimes, indeed, t it strange t the rich

    Miller never gave little urn, though he had a

    ored away in his mill, and six milch cows,

    and a large flock of woolly s roubled his head

    about te