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THE GRINDER PAPERS. 211 We went a leetle nearer, and she stopped. She sots the bas- ket down, and sez she, out loud: | ‘‘T don’t half like it, poor little wretch. It’s got to be done, though.” Then she picks up the basket and swings it, and sez she: >? ‘‘ Here goes then But I caught her gownd, and Miss Gulliver screeched, and the policeman and Mr. Gulliver rushed up and caught her. Sez she, ‘‘Oh dear! oh dear! Help! murder! thieves! Oh !” | Sez the policeman, ‘‘None of that, young woman; ’twon't save you.” Sez she, ‘‘Oh, let me go!” Sez he, ‘‘When I get you to the station-house.” Sez she, ‘‘ You ain't arrestin’ me?” Sez he, ‘‘ Don’t play innocent.” Sez she, ‘‘Oh! where is Mr. Parten? Why ain’t he here tu purtect me?” Sez I, ‘‘Nothin’ won't purtect you, you parracide. You're caught in the act. Poor little critter! a minute more you’da ended its life. Give me the basket.” | ‘‘Lor,” sez she, ‘‘all this fuss ain’t about this?” Sez I, ‘‘ You wretch !” Sez Mr. Gulliver, ‘‘ You fiend !” Sez Miss Gulliver, ‘‘ You onnat’ral relative !” Sez the policeman, ‘‘There’ll be a little more fuss yet. I Eomicboo cS m