I wud of
kist u of i had dard beefor I leff wen I am more prospuz i wil dar
of I get slaped for it The capen has fyred the blungeybush and i
must go ashore with the dingy and get the tavun boy to get ma a
nenblope out of the orfis
Yore onley luving afekshunit saler boy
SYLVANUS PILGRIM.
Just as Tryphena had finished this touching epistle, a knock came to the
kitchen door. She opened it, and Mr. Perrowne appeared. "Is Timotheus
here?" he asked. Timotheus himself answered, "Yaas sir!" when the parson
said, "Would you mind bringing a spaide to help me to bury my poor
dawg?" The willing Pilgrim rose, and went in quest of the implement,
while Mr. Perrowne walked round to the verandah, under which lay the
inanimate form of his long lost canine friend, over which he mourned
sincerely. The Squire and Miss Halbert came out to assist at the
obsequies, and were soon joined by Miss Carmichael and Mr. Terry, all of
whom regretted the loss of poor Muggins, the children's friend.
"Do you think you will ever see your dog again, Basil?" asked the
doctor's daughter.
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