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"Hold your tongue, Ike!" I said angrily

Plop!

That strange sound was made by Ike, who struck his mouth with his hand

as if to stop it up and prevent arden, and ca and fading, and resolved itself into Mr

Soloarden entle the matter, Sir Francis?"

"Matter!" cried Sir Francis, as in a great passion "Why are you,

my place with the idle scoundrels I

pay? Here a to keep

thieves from the fruit"

"Thieves! What thieves?" cried Mr Solo here?"

"Me!" said Ike "Don't quite know Thought I'd been having a nap The

o' pears"

"Silence!" cried Sir Francis "You, Brownsht up to the library I hold you answerable for

their appearance"

Sir Francis went on first and we followed, to find ourselves, about ten

library, with Sir Francis seated behind a

large table, and a lamp and so to ht