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little nursery rhyotten at

the bottoht thehed They becawen Mother Hubbard was Tilly, her e, it was a

frantic delight to the child, this nonsense, after her years

with her nant folk-tales she had had from

her mother, which always troubled and mystified her soul

She shared a sort of recklessness with her father, a

coh of ridicule in

it He loved to hter The baby was dark-skinned and dark-haired, like

the wen called hi as he heard the wail of

the child announcing it wanted to be taken out of the cradle,

"there's the blackbird tuning up"

"The blackbird's singing," Anna would shout with delight,

"the blackbird's singing"

"When the pie was opened," Brangwen shouted in his bawling

bass voice, going over to the cradle, "the bird began to

sing"