Children's own library . shfulness which withheld me from the land-lords table and the company I might find there, as tocall up the Boots, and ask him to take a chair, —andsomething in a liquid form, —and talk to me ? I would. I did. THE HOLLY-TREE. 145 CHAPTER II. THE BOOTS. Where had he been in his time ? he repeated, whenI asked him the question. Lord, he had been every-where ! And what had he been?Bless you, he had been every-thing you could mention amost!Seen a good deal? Why, ofcourse he had. I should say so,he could assure me, if I onlyknew about a twentieth part ofwhat had come


Children's own library . shfulness which withheld me from the land-lords table and the company I might find there, as tocall up the Boots, and ask him to take a chair, —andsomething in a liquid form, —and talk to me ? I would. I did. THE HOLLY-TREE. 145 CHAPTER II. THE BOOTS. Where had he been in his time ? he repeated, whenI asked him the question. Lord, he had been every-where ! And what had he been?Bless you, he had been every-thing you could mention amost!Seen a good deal? Why, ofcourse he had. I should say so,he could assure me, if I onlyknew about a twentieth part ofwhat had come in his , it would be easier forhim, he expected, to tell whathe hadnt seen than what hehad. What was the curiousestthing he had seen? Well!He didnt know. He couldntmomently name what was thecuriousest thing he had seen,—unless it was a Unicorn,—and hesee him once at a Fair. But suppos-ing a young gentleman not eight yearold was to run away with a fine youngwoman of seven, might I think that a queer start?. 146 THE HOLLY-TREE. Certainly. Then that was a start as he himself had hadhis blessed eyes on, and he had cleaned the shoes theyrun away in—and they was so little that he couldntget his hand into em. Master Harry Walniers father, you see, he lived atthe Elmses, down away by Shooters Hill there, six orseven miles from Lunnon. He was a gentleman ofspirit, and good-looking, and held his head up when hewalked, and had what you may call Fire about wrote poetry, and he rode, and he ran, and he crick-eted, and he danced, and he acted, and he done it allequally beautiful. He was uncommon proud of MasterHarry as was his only child; but he didnt spoil himneither. He was a gentleman that had a will of his ownand a eye of his own, and that would be minded. Con-sequently, though he made quite a companion of the finebright boy, and was delighted to see him so fond of read-ing his fairy-books, and was never tired of hearing himsay my name is Norval, or hearing him s


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