t one end of a great oak table, set s at t if I so let fall a fork, or to jar my knife against my plate, terrible eye.  t obliges you to grind your silver in t way?

    too large and too fully once.

    taken a eat s, and s, and calves feet, my kid-skin gloves groing to tance tite leaves me. I care most for t in a crystal glass engraved  arnisial. to keep me mindful, not of my name, but of t of my mother; which was Marianne.

    S spot of all t lonely park—ary grey stone among so many aken to see it, and made to keep tomb neat.

    Be grateful t you may, says Mrs Stiles, crim tery grass, end my grave? I s forgotten.

    aken all tle daugo make ornaments  cut  to , I groful meekness t, receiving t s provokes o tless enougo scolds, o tain to sigo trengtone. In time—so cunning

    am I!—I find out ter; tc giving birto a litter of kittens, I take one for a pet, and name it for o call it loudest ty child you are! how fine your black fur is! Come, kiss your mama.

    Do you see, ances make of me?

    Mrs Stiles trembles and  the words.

    take ture arid ! so Barbara, w no more.

    I run and   loved me, and t brings t tears coolly to my eyes.

    O! Say you !

    Barbara says siles sends her away.

    Youre a sly, eful c t kno. Dont t see through you and your designing ways.

    But it is s udying of  is so me?  is anyone no send to save me; six montten me. tiles,  ttle girl emper. I am sure, to be rid of you. In time, I believe o forget.