t’s all, really.

    I’ve tried to tell you somet t a sniff of  I’ve told you not need to be told about it, or you don’t remember, and it’s no use telling you. So far I’ve only spoken about t o me before I een. Up to t time tty   before my sixteent I began to get glimpses of ness.

    About ter I’d seen t Binfield o tea looking very e ea and didn’t talk mucing, and aco , because  many back teet. I  getting up from table when he called me back.

    ‘ait a minute, George, my boy. I got suto say to you. Sit do a minute. Mot I got to say last night.’

    Moteapot, folded  on, speaking very seriously but rat by trying to deal  lodged some of eeth:

    ‘George, my boy, I got suto say to you. I been t over, and it’s about time you left sco get to art earning a bit to bring o your mote to Mr icksey last nigold o take you away.’

    Of course te according to precedent—ing to Mr icksey before telling me, I mean. Parents in tter of course, alheir children’s heads.

    Fat on to make some rations. imes lately’, t difficult’, and t  Joe and I art earning our living. At t time I didn’t eitly care  to see t’. t  Fat by competition. Sarazins’, tail seedsmen entacle into Loaken t-place and dolled it up until  green paint, gilt lettering, gardening tools painted red and green, and isements for s peas, it  you in t a ance. Sarazins’, besides selling flory and livestock providers’, and apart from s and so fort in for patent poultry mixtures, bird-seed done up in fancy pa