THE WORKS OF
"Oh, sir! Can you be Peter?"
Meekly going to her pasture
Endeavouring to beguile her into conversation
She brought the affrighted carter . . . into the drawing-room
"With his arm around Miss Jessie's waist!"
I made use of the time to think of many other things.
"Confound the woman!"
We gave her a tea-spoonful of currant jelly
Asked him to take care of us
Would stretch out their little arms
Standing over him like a bold dragoon
"Please, ma'am, he wants to marry me off hand"
Smiling glory . . . and becoming blushes
I went to call Miss Matty
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