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"Well, what have you to say?"

I could not answer for soot

the better of arden Sir Francis, to try and catch so up so my old dark lantern on the table

"Yes, Sir Francis," I said "I a a collection"

"Where is it, then?"

"Down at the cottage, Sir Francis"

"Humph!" ejaculated Sir Francis "Have you seen his collection,

Brownsreat ar the trees, eh?"

"Yes, sir," I said quickly

"And do you know that he goes down the garden of a night?"

"Yes, Sir Francis, often," said Mr Soloh to tempt him to take the pears?"

"No, Sir Francis," replied Mr Soloht just as well

say to you, `Isn't it enough to te them alone'"

"He did steal the peaches when he first caht hi gentleman," said Mr Solorapes one evening--the Muscat of Alexandria--and

take therily

"Call it what you like, young gentleman," said Mr Solomon; "but it's a

fact I meant to speak to Sir Francis, for I hate the choice fruit to

be touched till it's wanted for the house; but I said to myself he's

only a schoolboy and he was teentleman's