One day in October, when they were ripe, he picked one and took it to market.

A gorcerman bought and put it in his shop.
That same morning, a little girl in a brown hat and blue dress, with a round face and snub nose, went and bought it for her mother.

She lugged it home, cut it up, and boiled it in the big pot, mashed some of it with salt and butter, for dinner.

And to the rest she added a pint of milk, two eggs, four spoons of sugar, nutmeg, and some crackers, put it in a deep dish, and baked it till it was brown and nice, and next day it was eaten by a family named March.
T.

TUPMAN _________ Mr.Pickwick, Sir:-- I address you upon the subject of sin the sinner I mean is a man named Winkle who makes trouble in his club by laughing and sometimes won't write his piece in this fine paper I hope you will pardon his badness and let him send a French fable because he can't write out of his head as he has so many lessons to do and no brains in future I will try to take time by the fetlock and prepare some work which will be all commy la fo that means all right I am in haste as it is nearly school time.
Yours respectably, N.