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THE FANTASIES OF FERNS 



'E works at 'is trade, an' Hi raise heggs. Could 

 n't find the time out nowheres, now could n't 'e, 

 mem? That 's wot Hi calls shameful in a civilized 

 country, not that hit his that, mum, and the 



people, mum, they 're jays, that 's what they his, 

 mum, with no more sense than hidjits ! What do 

 'e think now, but last May, mum, two chaps 

 come drivin' along collectin' heggs for market, and 

 they pulled up 'ere. * Hi 'm right sorry,' says Hi, 



