Even now, Thir, I'm arf wild with angthiety, Thir.

'Ow do _I_ know watth happenin' to Mithith Thkinner, Thir! Thereth the creeper growing all over the plathe like a thnake, Thir--thwelp me but you 'ave to watch it, Thir, and jump out of itth way!--and the earwigth gettin' bigger and bigger, and the waptheth--.

She 'athen't even got a Blue Bag, Thir--if anything thould happen, Thir!" "But the hens," said Mr.Bensington; "how are the hens ?" "We fed 'em up to yethterday, thwelp me," said Mr.Skinner, "But thith morning we didn't _dare_, Thir.

The noithe of the waptheth wath--thomething awful, Thir.

They wath coming ont--dothenth.