OLD COUNTRY FOLK 



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and opened a drawer of her chest of drawers. After a 

 little searching she produced an old penny account-book. 



' It's the story of my life,' she said ; ' I did mean to 

 fill the book, but I never got no further.' 



It was all written in capital letters with a dot care- 

 fully put between each word. For all its odd childishness 





The Writer of the Autobiography 



there was something about it that seemed to give so 

 pleasant an idea of the simple happiness and contentment 

 of rural life in the early nineteenth century, that I copied 

 it out just as it was, and photographed two pages. 



WHEN • I • WAS • A • LITTEL • GIRL • 

 THE • TROUTH ■ TO YOU ■ I ■ TELL ■ 

 I • LIVED • WITH • MY ■ DEAR ■ 

 FRENS • A • TOME ■ THEY 

 KEAP • A • LITTEL ■ COW ■ AND 

 I • CANNOT ■ TELL ■ YOU • 

 HOW • I • IN • JOYED • A ■ RON ■ 

 TO • FICH • HER ■ HOME 



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