Miss Alice.

See, me go at it again." And "go at it" she did in a way that actually alarmed her companions.

At any other time Corrie would have exploded with laughter, but the poor boy was thoroughly overwhelmed by the suddenness and the extent of his misfortune.

The image of Bumpus, disappearing headlong over that terrible cliff, had filled his heart with a feeling of horror which nothing could allay, and grave thoughts at the desperate case of poor little Alice (for he neither thought of nor cared for Poopy or himself) sank like a weight of lead upon his spirit.
"Don't try it any more, dear Poopy," said Alice, entreatingly; "you'll only hurt yourself and tear your frock.

I feel _sure_ that some one will be sent to deliver us.