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I don't think it's safe for me to go to school any more, do you ?" insinuated small Agatha.
Now it chanced that Mr.Simeon had to visit the Greycoats that very afternoon.

He had written a little play for the children--boys and girls--to act at Christmas.

It was not a play of the sort desiderated by Mrs.Simeon--the sort to earn forty thousand pounds in royalties; nor, to speak accurately, had he written it.

He had in fact patched together a few artless scenes from an old Miracle Play-- _The Life of Saint Meriadoc_--discovered by him in the Venables Library; and had tinkered out some rhymes (the book being a prose translation from the Breton original).