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about the matty what was it the mattytynial 

 hours.' 



' You'll be my fast prisoner to luncheon-time. 



Well, good day, Greening, and a good Fair ! ' 



Ah ! those * matutinal hours I ' I repeated to myself, 

 as Mr. Greening's good-natured face nodded away, 

 and the ash-stick and the well-worn spur, and the 

 click, click, click, of the hind hoof were lost up the 

 street, towards which Nelly swerved sympathetically 

 for a pace or two before she swung again into her 

 usual trot, and forgot her little rough-coated com- 

 panion. 



1 All up with farming, I doubt I* 



