) the Children were placed in a Circle, and the
first brought the Letter _P_, the next _l_, the next _u_, the next
_m_, and so on till the Whole was spelt; and if any one brought a
wrong Letter, he was to pay a Fine, or play no more. This was at their
Play; and every Morning she used to go round to teach the Children
with these Rattle-traps in a Basket, as you see in the Print.

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I once went her Rounds with her, and was highly diverted, as you may
be, if you please to look into the next Chapter.

CHAP. V.

_How Little_ Two-Shoes _became a trotting Tutoress
and how she taught her young Pupils._

It was about seven o'Clock in the Morning when we set out on this
important Business, and the first House we came to was Farmer
_Wilson's_. See here it is.

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Here _Margery_ stopped, and ran up to the Door, _Tap, tap, tap_. Who's
there? Only little goody _Two-Shoes_, answered _Margery_, come to
teach _Billy_. Oh Little _Goody_, says Mrs. _Wilson_, with Pleasure in
her Face, I am glad to see you, _Billy_ wants you sadly, for he has
learned all his Lesson. Then out came the little Boy. _How do doody
Two-Shoes_, says he, not able to speak plain. Yet this little Boy had
learned all his Letters; for she threw down this Alphabet mixed
together thus:

b d f h k m o q s u w y z [f]
a c e g i l n p r t v x j

and he picked them up, called them by their right Names, and put them
all in order thus:

a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o
p q r (s) s t u v w x y z.

[Post-processor's note: (s) is an old-English style non-terminating
letter "s".]

She then threw down the Alphabet of Capital Letters in the Manner you
here see them.

B D F H K M O Q S U W Y Z
A C E G I L N P R T V X J.

and he picked them all up, and having told their Names, placed them
thus:

A B C D E F G H I J K L M
N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z.

Now, pray little Reader, take this Bodkin, and see if you can point
out the Letters from these mixed Alphabets, and tell how they should
be placed as well as little Boy _Billy_.

The next Place we came to was Farmer _Simpson's_, and here it is.

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_Bow wow, wow_, says the Dog at the Door. Sirrah, says his
Mistress, what do you bark at Little _Two-