ll smiles. ild ? ts Mr Ibbs, a-cooking up our breakfasts. Lets see a plate of bloaters before her!
S t in ticoat; noo affeta goo dip er and brusra la, hee hee, she sings brokenly, as she
does it. I keep my oangled c are cracked, and bulge at toe. o ockings, s and permanently marked by ters.
tarted crying. t my otheir pap.
Come do go doo escape. But I look at myself. Like t you give me back my gown, my shoes?
Per too keenly, ion, in it. Sates, t dusty old frock? ts? s akes up t ladies oo. S you look . No need to be s rise before tleman—ate of dis consider no of—s say an uncle. Eh?
I turn aeful to me; but I go o t dark kitctle longer; turns in the lock.
I step at once to t o try t is s up tigout.
So to to pus t, by an incing nails t keep t I t give, if I pus t; and I am still undressed. orse t, treet ; and t first I to call to to break to signal and ser a second I begin to look more closely at ty clots t run and tumble at twelve
is is c . . .
At to tters -sy bandage sits and feeds s c at me.
I start back from th my hands.
hen Mrs Sucksby comes again, however, I am ready.
Listen to me, I say, going to Ricook me away from my uncles ?
Your uncle? s me a tray, but stands in til I move back.
Mr Lilly, I say, as I do it. You kno least. Dont you suppose his?
I s it. Aint we made you cosy, dear?
You kno you?
All rig is Mr Ibbs. My voice of tco t of tairs. Ricoo, irred in en.
All rigly. to me. And , look, growing chilly.
Ss tray upon t I kno Mr Ibbs still stands at t of tairs, t Rics and listens at top. tray e and a fork upon it, and a linen napkin. Upon te tter and er. t ttle like t for my especial use at Briar; but tial.
Please let me go, I say.
Mrs Sucksby shakes her head. Dear girl, she says, go where?
Ss and, w answer, leaves me. Rico his bed. I hear him humming.
I taking up te, against t be str