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Frederick James, you naughty boy ! you'll spoil your new shoes ! 

 Archibald John, you'll be kilt ! you'll be run over to a certainty. 

 Jogglebury, you inhuman man ! " continued she, running and 

 brandishing her alpaca parasol, " you'll run over your children ! 

 you'll run over your children ! " 



" My (puff) dear," replied Jogglebury, looking coolly over his 

 shoulder, " how can they be (wheeze) run over behind ? " 



So saying, Jogglebury ground away at his leisure. 



CHAPTER XLIII. 



PUDDINGPOTE BOWER, THE SEAT OF JOGGLEBURY CROWDEY, ESQ. 



"YOUR good 

 husband," ob- 

 served Mr. 

 Sponge as he 

 now overtook 

 his hostess 

 and proceeded 

 with her to- 

 wards the 

 house, " has 

 insisted upon 

 bringing me 

 over to spend 

 a few days till 

 my friend 

 Puffin gton re- 

 covers. He's 

 just got the 

 gout. I said 

 I was 'fraid 

 it mightn't be 

 quite conve- 

 nient to you, 

 but Mr. Crow- 

 dey assured 

 me you were 



; and so I have 



BARTHOLOMEW AND MUKKV ANN. 



in the habit of receivin' fox-hunters at short notice 

 taken him at his word you see, and come." 



Mrs. Jogglebury, who was still out of wind from her ran after 

 the carriage, assured him that she was extremely happy to see him, 



