212 Zlom Seven Years Old.

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“Why isn’t he dancing?” asked Tom,
while they were stopping to take breath, for
it was very hard work.

“He's waiting for me, I suppose, Master
‘T'om,” answered she.

“Oh!” said Tom, “you can tell him he
needn't wait, because I mean to dance with
you all the evening.”

“Tom!” called his papa, just at that minute;
“come here. You've danced quite long
enough with Matty.”

He was very sorry to leave her, but Jim
seemed very glad indeed, and began dancing
with her at once. Tom now looked round
for somebody else, and to see which was the
biggest, because he always liked to dance
with somebody much bigger than himself.
His papa was standing by the table talking
to the farmer. The farmer’s wife was sitting
near, listening. She was not only very tall,
but very thick. Her face was as red as
Matty’s husband’s, and on the top of it she
had a cap with green grass and snowdrops
growing in it, which nodded whenever she