on from Jerusalem. ho can she ask?

    I dont know, I said again. Suppose s care for you, so much as you are hoping?

    . ell,  be permitted by noo know when a green girl likes me.

    Suppose, said Mrs Sucksby t like you quite

    enougurns out another Miss Bamber or Miss

    Finch?

    Miss Bamber and Miss Finc netted. But ed. S, urn out like t. tious fat page of o  liking me enoughink she will.

    Enougo do a flit, from her uncles house?

    Its a grim house, he answered, for a girl of her years.

    But its t  you, said Mr Ibbs. You picked up bits and pieces of Lay, sake  and as quiet as you like: ake  count for buttons, then.

    But and me, said Gentleman slyly.

    Dainty looked blank. Johe jiggling, he said.

    S  hen.

    Dainty gaped more than ever.

    Never mind it, said Mr Ibbs, lifting o Gentleman: Its tricky. Uncommonly tricky.

    I dont say its not. But  take our c o lose? If not will be a holiday for Sue.

    Jo  caught.

    I bit my lip. . But it  so muc troubled me. You cannot be a troubling over   I  sure I ed any kind of  sure I cared for it ao visit ry as quiet and queer, and t eitons or gipsies.

    on girl? S be like Dainty, oucimes

    violent. S be really mad. S try and ttle me; and t, for miles and miles, to  cross treet to spit on you, if you were on fire.

    I said, ts she like. You said shes queer in her head.

    Not queer, said Gentleman. Only ural. S from t wo sharpen you up,