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"Dear boy and Pip's co, or a story-book But to give it you short and handy, I'll

put it at once into a lish In jail and out of jail, in

jail and out of jail, in jail and out of jail There, you've got it

That's ot shipped off,

arter Pip stoodto, pretty well--except hanged I've been

locked up as much as a silver tea-kittle I've been carted here and

carted there, and put out of this town, and put out of that town, and

stuck in the stocks, and whipped and worried and drove I've no more

notion where I was born than you have--if so much I first beco turnips forSummun had

run away from me--a man--a tinker--and he'd took the fire with hiwitch, chrisen'd Abel How did I know

it? Much as I know'd the birds' naht have thought it was all lies together, only as

the birds' names come out true, I supposed mine did

"So fur as I could find, there warn't a soul that see young Abel