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ungrateful young sweep, how dare you cry! She kissed you!"

Nell, of the tender heart, had grown sohed rather wistfully as she looked back at it, and

thought of the humble friends ould, she knew, miss her; but her

spirits rose as the train left the tops of the houses and carried Dick

and her into the fresh air of the great Haes, since I saw the country!" she exclaimed "Dick,

do you see those sheep? They are white! Think of it! Think of the gri the Poor

London Sheep, Dick? And look at that farmhouse! Oh, Dick, it isn't

Devonshire and--and Shorne Mills, but it is the country at last!"

"All right; keep your hair on, young wo fashion "This is all very well; but wait

until you get to Anglemere Then you can shout and carry on if you

like Old Bardsley--nice old chap when he steps off his perch--says it

is one of the land; as if it were a kind