e and colour of yellos of t my t.

    Per, after all, says Mrs Sucksby, aint t too like bruises. And as for your c say you give it a bit of a pinc t? No? Let Dainty try for you t a grip like thunder, she has.

    Dainty comes and seizes my c and t from her grasp.

    All rig! sossing amping. Im sure, you can keep your yellow face!

    o like one. You put t lip in. Dainty o pout. ts better. Miss Lilly,  ake try touc green—  all, so long as you keep from sing too he bodice.

    But I cannot bear to be  let en t dress. You like it, dear girl? ser. t last. Noun ts? Miss Lilly?—Dainty, you go on first. tairs are tricky, I se for Miss Lilly to take a tumble.

    Sy passes before me and, after a second, I folloill  I o Briar.  t of tairs, t I ougo take? I am not sure. I cannot see. Dainty raordinary sound—a sound, like trembling, to silence. I start, and turn. Mrs Sucksby urned. Go on, you old bird! s. And to me, more sly: Not frigs only Mr Ibbss aged sister, t is kept to o the horrors.

    S and en doairs—my limbs ac, and my breaty s at ttom. to fill it. In o tcreet-door bes across it. I sloep. But toucs rigep again, and almost stumble.

    tcting at table playing at dice. t t! y, say it was you and Ill kiss you.

    Ill bruise your eyes, get my ired. Get out of t ctle er, and let  down.

    S ing tcrying t.—Keep ts out, sching her.

    Jos ty seat. Come, Maud,  beside me. And if you  to fly at my eyes—

    as you did, you kno to knock you down a