ake me.  only , and be ready to run. And if I did not come at all,  kno someto stop me; and t come back t nig again— do t, ts over.

    And if you dont come, then? he asked, his eyes wide.

    If I dont come to London, and you find out a street named Lant Street, and a lady t lives there,

    named Mrs Sucksby; and you tell  lady loves me!—and s to do.

    I turned my er. You got it? I said at last. You swear?

    s let ry and slip me t t, and I  just before I left o see  up my sleeve. to—t upstairs, I stooped as if to tug up a stocking, and let it fall into one of my boots.

    t of all ts. I  do  o make my copy.

    I did it like this.

    t nig in her chair and flexed her fingers, I said,

    Let me rub your onigead of Betty. Betty doesnt like it. She grease makes her smell like a chop.

    Bettys mouth fell open. Oh! Oh! she cried.

    God   enoug, Betty!—Like a cer all my kindness?

    I never! said Betty. I never!

    S me do it instead. Look  and soft my hands are.

    Nurse Bacon looked, not at my fingers, but at my face. tty, s up! s a ro Id rat girl t tip of o the

    edge of t in  and pulled it back. Fetc, so me.

    S ated, t in my  of c. t littlest one, s and let t to t out tty lay on omaco  back and put up  beside ment in, all about  as I  done a imes. I rubbed for  me from beneatful  smiled.

    Not so bad, is it? she murmured. Eh?

    I didnt ans of  of t and to come. If my colour  for a blusrange, and con