t knoalking about. Morris Finestein le Jee ligy o Society City. But since t, ein.

    quot;ell, ed,quot; said Stumpy MacP;t;

    Miss Amelia crossed trides. S doeps and stood looking tfully at tranger. Gingerly, oucill , but er no  and till s, dear lig ting colder. t a bottle from  and after polisop  to to drink. Miss Amelia could seldom be persuaded to sell , and for o give so muc unknown.

    quot;Drink,quot; s;It ;

    topped crying, neatly licked tears from around old. ook a slo. ttle they had paid for.

    quot;It is smoot; Stumpy MacP;Miss Amelia, I o fail.quot;

    t evening (ttles of it) is important. Ot  for  ty of its o is clean and songue, but once do gloer is not all. It is kno if a message is ten  of paper t. But if t to tters turn bro t t  iced, ts t  only of t drink some on a Sunday and come across a mars y cup, and in  come a sness keen as pain. A ime t January sky, and a deep frig op . Suc  truthere.