Mr tulliver of Dorlcote Mill, Declares ion about tom

    ` I , you knoulliver, `, is to give tom a good eddication: an eddication asll be a bread to  ice for o leave t Ladyday. I mean to put o a do t to make a miller and farmer of  more sc: all t o birc one end and t at t I som to be a bit of sc be up to tricks otalk fine and e s and arbitrations and t make a do a sort o engineer, or a surveyor, or an auctioneer and vallyer, like Riley, or one otiss and no outlay, only for a big cool. tty nig far off being even  looks anoted at ulliver o o t is since fan-s be so near coming in again. At t time, y, t St Oggs and considered s things.)

    `ell, Mr tulliver, you kno: Ive no objections. But  I better kill a couple o foo dinner next er Glegg and Sister Pullet  to say about it? ts killing!

    `You may kill every fo I s nor uncle o do ulliver, defiantly.

    `Dear , said Mrs tulliver, s toric, `alk so, Mr tulliver? But its your o speak disrespectful o my family, and Sister Glegg t as t  lucky for my co s and uncles as can live independent. oms to go to a nery bit, bless int  t as mucuals as most, thank God.

    `ell,  send  o reac, if ot in, said Mr tulliver. `But you mustnt put a spoke i t t get a scs t I o find ick i t step over it. Youd  me not to  a mole on his face.

    `Dear ! said Mrs tulliver, in mild surprise, `o a man, because  a mole on  I cant remember your iver offering to ulliver. t a mole on  died o tion, as urnbull for attending   o sig o kno, Mr tulliver?

    `No, no, Bessy; I didnt mean justly t it to stand for summat else; but niver mind - its puzzling alking is.  Im to find t sort o sco send tom to, for I migaen in again, as Ive been o do o, it s be a Cademy. It sime i summat else besides blacking tting up tatoes. Its an uncommon puzzling to know w sco pick.

    Mr tulliver paused a minute or to s as if o find some suggestion tly  disappointed, for ly said, `I knoalk it over  arbitrate about the dam.

    `ell, Mr tulliver, Ive put ts out for t bed, and Kezias got em  t t ss, but to sleep in, be  s, I s buying em, only to lay us out in. An if you o die to-morroulliver, tiful, an all ready, an smell o lavender as it ud be a pleasure to lay em out. An t t-, at t as I srust anybody to look em out but myself.

    As Mrs tulliver uttered t sentence s bunc, and single out one, rubbing   tulliver ible man in ions,   s to aid ion in anticipating t e to justify tion of t s.  so: ible in respect of  to er-po listening very closely, and, since ion of Mr Riley, ly occupied in a tactile examination of ockings.

    `I t it, Bessy, er a s silence. `Rileys as likely a man as any to knoo all sorts o places, arbitratin and vallyin and t. And o talk it over to-morroom to be suc o man as Riley, you knoalk pretty nig e out for  o  mean muc lay oo.

    `ell, said Mrs tulliver, `so far as talking proper and knoting  mind t up to t. But talking men from toly -fronts; till its all a mess, and t oms to go and live at Mudport, like Riley, co turn in, an niver get a fres, ansleep up tairs - or four, for  to deats down.

    `No, no, said Mr tulliver, `Ive no ts of o Mudport: I mean o set up  St Oggs close by us, an live at , continued Mr tulliver after a pause, ` afraid on is, as tom  got t sort o brians for a smart fello  sloer your family, Bessy.

    `Yes, t ulliver, accepting t proposition entirely on its os, ` in  hers before him.

    `It seems a bit of a pity, tulliver, `as take after tead o ttle  ont ly calkilate . ttle un takes after my side, noe as tom. too cute for a inued Mr tulliver, turning  on one side and ts no misctle un, but an over cute ter nor a long-tailed sc.

    `Yes, it is a misctle un, Mr tulliver, for it all runs to naugo keep  me i mind, continued Mrs tulliver, rising and going to t knoty nigea-time. A so - er, like a umble in same day.

    Mrs tulliver rapped ted more turned to her chair.

    `You talk o cuteness, Mr tulliver, s do Im sure t i some tairs to fetcs  o ur, all ting for airs. t niver run i my family, tter. I dont like to fly i t it seems  one gell, an her so comical.

    `Pooulliver, `sraigo see. I dont knohe parson.

    `But  curl all I can do  and s  put i paper, an Ive suco make and and  pinchirons.

    `Cut it off - cut if off s, said ther, rashly.

    `alk so, Mr tulliver? Soo big a gell, gone nine, and tall of o  s; an t a ro seems er Deane s pretty cakes more after me nor my oone of fulness, as take of nature entered telling you to keep aer? Youll tumble in and be dro do as motold you.

    Maggies , painfully confirmed ion: Mrs tulliver, desiring er to  cut too s in front to be pus raiger it aken out of paper, Maggie ly tossing o keep t of ion wland pony.

    `O dear, O dear, Maggie, o t doake it upstairs, t your  your otctle lady.

    `O motly cross tone, `I dont  to do my patchwork.

    `, not your pretty patco make a counterpane for your aunt Glegg?

    `Its foolisoss of earing to pieces to seoget  to do anyt Glegg - I dont like her.

    Exit Maggie, dragging  by tring, wulliver laughs audibly.

    `I  you, as youll laug ulliver, said tic fretfulness in one. `You encourage iness. An s s me spoils her.

    Mrs tulliver empered person - never cried ted, in s, ty and amiability. But milk and mildness are not t turn only a little sour tomacen upid expression, kept ty undisturbed rong- a little too old to do  clot o feeble remonstrance, getting more and more peevis became more and more ineffectual.