t? Only , dear girl, till you are my age. togetogetears . . . Ss. But I ill, and cold, and cautious, and say nothen she goes on.

    ell, ticular lady, s muc  s my name from a  did girls and ts. You knoopped? S. t  of my line. My idea   going to kill you on its , then have

    it, and sell it; or ter, give it to me and let me sell it for you!—I mean, to people t  infants, for servants or apprentices, or for regular sons and daug t?—and people like me, providing ts? No? Again, I make no ans eitill so me. Poor tried to  soo far on, s sick. quot;; I said, before I took ; follo about kill  o t. As for tleman t arted roubles all off, by saying lemen, of course, will do.

    ook  airs. Pernt to . Mr Ibbs did say I oug to. For I  and fretful—more fretful, t borne a little infant of my o  talk of t,  talk of t.

    S , as if in searcory. to find tcures up t is a dirty yellohe smoke of lamps.

    Up t lemans room. And all day long I  beside  I would urning in her bed, and crying. Nearly broke your

    . S die. Mr Ibbs supposed it. I t, for s to go anot s rengto go  time. But maybe t, too—times. For s and it starts coming. takes a day and a nigo come, all rigs a s te made rags of. t;s t, Mrs Sucksby?quot; s;ts your baby, my dear!quot; I tell ;My baby?quot; says s;Is my baby a boy, or a girl?quot; quot;Its a girl,quot; I say. And ;to girls. I wis;

    Ss s t t: aken up t of t across tle lohose backwards, rueful sighs.

    ty, crying again . . . S  I, Miss Lilly?