"Wipe your face now, and run away, and don't bother.
Stop," she continued, as Carry moved away.

"Where's your papa ?" "He's dorn away too.

He's sick.

He's been dorn"-- she hesitated--"two, free, days." "Who takes care of you, child ?" said Mrs.Tretherick, eying her curiously.
"John, the Chinaman.

I tresses myselth.