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"Graciousoff her book for a

!"

"Gracious you, indeed, Muot there?"

"I got here, Flopson?" asked Mrs Pocket

"Why, if it ain't your footstool!" cried Flopson "And if you keep it

under your skirts like that, who's to help tuive me your book"

Mrs Pocket acted on the advice, and inexpertly danced the infant a

little in her lap, while the other children played about it This had

lasted but a very short time, when Mrs Pocket issued summary orders

that they were all to be taken into the house for a nap Thus I made the

second discovery on that first occasion, that the nurture of the little

Pockets consisted of alternately tu down

Under these circuot the children

into the house, like a little flock of sheep, and Mr Pocket came out

of it to make my acquaintance, I was not entleman with a rather perplexed expression of face, and

with his very gray hair disordered on his head, as if he didn't quite

see his way to putting anything straight