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another 'orse be'ind 'er As she coives me a look

out o' 'er eyes, soft they was, an' dark, an' up I gets to touch

my 'at All at once she sentle as 'er eyes; an' she pulls up 'er 'orse 'W'y,

you must be the Ancient!' says she 'W'y, so Peter calls me, my

leddy,' says I 'An' 'ow is Peter?' she says, quick-like; ''ow

is Peter?' says she 'Fine an' 'earty,' says I; 'eats well an'

sleeps sound,' says I; ''is ar,

an' 'e aren't afeared o' nobody--like a young lion be Peter,'

says I Nohile I'htful-like, an' takes out a little book an' begins to write

in it, a-wrinklin' 'er pretty black brows over it an' a-shakin'

'er 'ead to 'erself An' presently she tears out what she's

been a-writin' an' gives it to ive this to Peter

for me?' says she 'That I will, ain, an' 'oldin' out 'er w'ite 'an' to

me, which I kisses 'Indeed!' says she,' I understand nohy

Peter is so fond of you I think I could be very fond of 'ee

tu!' says she An' so she turns 'er 'orse, an' the servant 'e

turns 'is an' off they go; an' 'ere, Peter--'ere be the letter"

Saying which, the Ancient took a slip of paper from the cavernous

interior of his hat and tendered it to me