But he'd like the Magazines as well." "That's just it," said Perks.

"I've just sent the pick of 'em to Snigson's boy--him what's just getting over the pewmonia.

But I've lots of illustrated papers left." He turned to the pile of papers in the corner and took up a heap six inches thick.
"There!" he said.

"I'll just slip a bit of string and a bit of paper round 'em." He pulled an old newspaper from the pile and spread it on the table, and made a neat parcel of it.
"There," said he, "there's lots of pictures, and if he likes to mess 'em about with his paint-box, or coloured chalks or what not, why, let him.
_I_ don't want 'em." "You're a dear," said Bobbie, took the parcel, and started.

The papers were heavy, and when she had to wait at the level-crossing while a train went by, she rested the parcel on the top of the gate.