er of tullivers seemed a nice little te unlike tle sister.  ,  made Maggies dark eyes remind ories about princesses being turned into animals?... I t  isfied intelligence and unsatisfied, beseecion.

    `I say, Magsie, said tom at last, sting ting t master in t of `leaving off, `Ive done my lessons noairs h me.

    ` is it? said Maggie  suspicion crossing oms Preliminary visit upstairs. `It isnt trick youre going to play me, now?

    `No, no, Maggie, said tom, in  coaxing tone. `Its something youll like ever so.

    , and toget upstairs.

    `I say, Magsie, you must not tell anybody, you knoom, `else I s fifty lines.

    `Is it alive? said Maggie, led for t on t tom kept a ferret clandestinely.

    `O, I s tell you, said o t corner and  out, ell you urn round. You mustnt squeal out, you know

    `O, but if you frigo look rather serious.

    `You  be frigom. `Go and  peep.

    `Of course I s peep, said Maggie, disdainfully: and srict honour.

    But tom looked round ; tepped into t closed t  t dream-suggestive attitude sten om called out, `Nohen, Magsie!

    Not long meditation and preconcerted arrangement of effects could om to present so striking a figure as o Maggie  of a face   of flaxen eyebrooget refused to look formidable let old om ried  to make a o t unfailing source of terrible, burnt cork, and  met in a satisfactory manner over ced blackness about to give it turban, and er across  as a scarf - an amount of red s point resting on t