aving told their names, placed them rightly.

The next place we came to was Farmer Simpson's. "Bow, wow, wow!" says
the dog at the door. "Sir-rah!" says his Mistress, "why do you bark at
little Two-Shoes? Come in, Madge; here's Sally wants you sadly, she has
learned all her lesson." "Yes, that's what I have," replied the little
one, in the country manner; and immediately taking the letters, she set
up these syllables:--

ba be bi bo bu

da de di do du

ma me mi mo mu

sa se si so su

and gave them their exact sounds as she composed them; after which she
set up many more, and pronounced them likewise.

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After this, little Two-Shoes taught Sally to spell words of one
syllable, and she soon set up pear, plum, top, ball, pin, puss, dog,
hog, doe, lamb, sheep, rat, cow, bull, cock, hen, and many more.

The next place we came to was Gaffer Cook's cottage. Here a number of
poor children were met to learn, and all came round little Margery at
once; who, having pulled out her letters, asked the little boy next to
her what he had for dinner. He answered "Bread." "Well, then," says she,
"set up the first letter." He put up the B, to which, the next added r,
and the next e, the next a, the next d, and it stood thus, Bread.

"And what had you, Polly Comb, for your dinner?" "Apple-Pie," answered
the little girl. Upon which the next in turn set up a great A, the two
next a p, each, and so on till the two words Apple and Pie were united,
and stood thus, Apple-Pie. The next had potatoes, the next beef and
turnips, which were spelt, with many others, till the game was finished.
She then set them another task, and after the lessons were done we
returned home.

* * * * *

Who does not know Lady Ducklington, or who does not know that she was
buried in this parish? Well, I never saw so grand a funeral. All the
country round came to see the burying, and it was late before it was
over; after which, in the night, or rather very early in the morning,
the bells were heard to jingle in the steeple, which frightened the
people prodigiously. They flocked to Will Dobbins, the clerk, and wanted
him to go and see what it was; but William would not open the door. At
length Mr. Long, the rector, hearing such an uproar in the village, went
to the clerk to know why he did not go into the church, and see who was
there. "I go, sir!" says William; "why, I would be frightened out of my
w