. Jan of the windmill. A story of the plains . augh, sir, said Jan. for the schoolmasters return from the Master Salter, he laughs. Whats pegs labours which supported them both. The for but to be killed ? says he. But I axed sunshine made Rufus sleepy, but he kept him not to kill the little black un with the valiantly watchful, propping himself against white spot on his ear. It be such a nice the garden-tools which stood in the corner, peg, sir—such a very nice peg ! And the Flowers and vegetables for eating were tears flowed copiously down Jans cheeks, curiously mixed in the little garden tha
. Jan of the windmill. A story of the plains . augh, sir, said Jan. for the schoolmasters return from the Master Salter, he laughs. Whats pegs labours which supported them both. The for but to be killed ? says he. But I axed sunshine made Rufus sleepy, but he kept him not to kill the little black un with the valiantly watchful, propping himself against white spot on his ear. It be such a nice the garden-tools which stood in the corner, peg, sir—such a very nice peg ! And the Flowers and vegetables for eating were tears flowed copiously down Jans cheeks, curiously mixed in the little garden that whilst Rufus looked abjectly depressed.— lay about Master Swifts cottage. Not a Twould follow me anywhere, and come corner was wasted in it, and a thick hedge when I called, Jan continued. • I told 84 JAN OF THE WINDMILL. Master Salter it be most as good as a dog next month, not that one with the whiteto keep the rest together. But a says tis spot on his ear. It do be such a very nicethe fattest, and ull be the first to kill And peg !. I thought that would be your chair, said Jan. Well, it used to be, said Master Swilt apologetically. But the poor beast cant sit well on these,and I relish my meat better with a face on the other side of the table. then I telled him to find another boy to Rufus licked up the tears as they fellmind his pegs, for I couldnt look un in over Jans smock, and the schoolmasterthe face now, and know twas to be killed took Jan in and comforted him. Jan JAN OF THE WINDMILL. dried his eyes at last, and helped to preparefor tea. The old man made some verygood coffee in a shaving-pot, and put coldbacon and bread upon the table, and thethree sat down to their meal. Jan and hishost upon two rush-bottomed chairs, whilstRufus scrambled into an armchair placedfor his accommodation, from whence hegazed alternately at the schoolmaster andthe victuals with sad, not to say reproach-ful, eyes. I thought that would be your chair,said Jan. Well, it used to be, sai
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