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"We don't live with you," she said, thrusting forward

her little head at him "You--you're--you're a

bomakle"

"A what?" he shouted

Her voice wavered--but it came

"A bomakle"

"Ay, an' you're a comakle"

She meditated Then she hissed forwards her head

"I'm not"

"Not what?"

"A comakle"

"No more am I a bomakle"

He was really cross

Other times she would say: "My o away"

"Then want's your portion," he replied laconically

So they drew nearer together He would take her with hiate, he came

noisily into the house, which see awake

"Now then, Topsy, pop into thy bonnet"

The child drew herself up, resenting the indignity of the

address

"I can't fasten h yet," he said, tying the ribbons under her

chin with cluht-red lips moved

as he fumbled under her chin

"You talk--nonsents," she said, re-echoing one of his

phrases