My voice  : someone else—someone really mad—mig of my mouto keep from talking louder. I squeezed t out of ts. And I glanced fearfully to turned. So t and  opped me. urned from flaming scarlet, to we. he said, in a whisper,

    Mr Rivers, gone to London?

    to London, I said, or to o  wonder!

    core h his hands.

    O as I hen Im ruined!

    And to my very great astonis, o cry.

    ory came leaking out, tears. It turned out t—just as I  s Briar seemed a life not leman  it so o mope. eward aken a wo him.

    t ing, miss, of my disappointed .

    , in a  made me tised it; tiff, as if  o suffer any blo terly— .

    I  to notice.  a gentleman! O aint he?

    arted crying again. Nurse Spiller looked over and curled  t ives, at Dr Cies.

    o turned back to C tle longer and, as , studied  I  seen at first—t y, and range—iff  to make it lie smoot.

    ly,

    Be a good boy noell me trut you, from Briar?

    h.

    Mr Rivers used to say to me, miss,  ake me on to man for , I  all, tay at Briar. But o find , in London? t stir, aking off. ts er  np-one e sure. t a scandal. o anotc cooks. Mr Lilly aint in  mind. Mr ay o feed him his dinners off a spoon!

    Mrs Cakebread, I said, fros: eacime one , anot of my brain greh Mr Rivers?

    I dont knoook o feel it. For  first; to some of . t on  s , in a great  sent to my auntys, to look at  c never cured mine, t;

    I opped listening. t in my  ook his hand again. Black-faced pigs