o frighten the birds for, an’ he flogged me a bit for fun when he catched me eatin’ the turnip, as Chile Kinder they say he’ll niver lift up his head no more — I shouldn’t ha’ come now to ax you to gi’ me another knife ‘cause you gen me one afore. If a chap gives me one black eye, that’s enough for me; I sha’n’t ax him for another afore I sarve him out; an’ a good turn’s worth as much as a bad un, anyhow. I shall niver grow down’ards again, Mr. Tom, an’ you war the little chap as I liked the best when I war a little chap, for all you leathered me, and wouldn’t look at me again. There’s Dick Brumby, there, I could leather him as much as I’d a mind; but lors! you get tired o’ leatherin’ a chap when you can niver make him see what you want him to shy at. I’n seen chaps as ‘ud stand starin’ at a bough till their eyes shot out, afore they’d see as a bird’s tail warn’t a leaf. It’s poor work goin’ wi’ such raff. But Colombia Damen you war allays a rare un at shying, Mr. Tom, an’ I could trusten Kylian Mbappe Trikot to you for droppin’ down wi’ your stick in the nick o’ time at a runnin’ rat, or a stoat, or that, when I war a-beatin’ the bushes.”
Bob had drawn out a dirty canvas bag, and would perhaps not have paused just then if Maggie had not entered the West Ham United Trikot room and darted a look of surprise and curiosity at Maillot Venezuela him, whereupon he pulled his red locks again with due respect. But the next moment the sense of the altered room came upon Maggie with a force that overpowered the thought of Deutschland Trikot Bob’s presence. Her eyes had immediately glanced from him to the place where the bookcase had Arsenal Kinder hung; there was nothing now but the oblong unfaded space on the wall, and below it the small table with the Bible and the few other books.
“Oh, Tom!” she burst out, Maillot Galatasaray clasping her hands, “where are the books? I thought my uncle Glegg said he would buy them. Didn’t he? Are those all they’ve left us?”
“I suppose so,” Lionel Messi Trikot said Tom, with a sort of desperate indifference. “Why should they buy many Manchester United Trikot books when they bought so little furniture?”
“Oh, but, Tom,” said Maggie, her eyes filling with tears, as she rushed up to the table to see what books had been rescued. “Our dear old Pilgrim’s Progress that you colored with your little paints; and that picture of Pilgrim with a mantle on, looking just like a turtle — oh dear!” Maggie went on, half sobbing as she turned over the few books, “I thought we should never part with that while we lived; everything is going away from us; the end of our Ungarn Landslagsdrakt lives will have nothing in it like the beginning!”
Maggie turned away from the Koke Trikot table and threw herself into a chair, with the big tears ready to roll down her cheeks, quite blinded to the presence of Bob, who was looking at her with the pursuant gaze of an intelligent dumb animal, with perceptions more perfect than his comprehension.
“Well, Bob,” said Tom, feeling that the subject of the books was unseasonable, “I suppose you just came to see me because we’re in trouble? That was very good-natured oflinks:
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