Travaux publics . onthswarning sur place. Entendez-vous, cook ? Dit la dame abbesse, emboutissage herfoot avec impatience. Ne pas vous entendre votre missis, cook ? A déclaré que les trois enseignants. Ce qu'une chose que cook est l'effronté ! Dit le thirtyboarders. Le malheureux cuisinier, donc fortement recommandé, une avancée, et deux stepor holding sa bougie juste où il herfrom ont empêché de voir quoi que ce soit, a déclaré qu il y avait rien là,et il doit avoir été le vent. La porte était simplement d'être fermé en conséquence quand un pensionnaire, qui hadbeen peeping entre les charnières, configurer un peur de crier,qui a appelé bac

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Works . onthswarning on the spot. Do you hear, cook ? said the lady abbess, stamping herfoot impatiently. Dont you hear your missis, cook ? said the three teachers. What an impudent thing that cook is! said the thirtyboarders. The unfortunate cook, thus strongly urged, advanced a stepor two, and holding her candle just where it prevented herfrom seeing anything at all, declared there was nothing there, and it must have been the wind. The door was just going tobe closed in consequence when an inquisitive boarder, who hadbeen peeping between the hinges, set up a fearful screaming, which called back the cook and the housemaid, and aU themore adventurous, in no time. What is the matter with Miss Smithers ? said the ladyabbess, as the aforesaid Miss Smithers proceeded to go intohysterics of four young lady power. Lor, Miss Smithers dear, said the other nine-and-twentyboarders. Oh, the manâthe manâbehind the door! screamed MissSmithers. The lady abbess no sooner heard this appalling cry, than 248. .LM^y^h CALL THE LADY OF THE HOUSE slie retreated to her own bed-room, double-locked the door, andfainted away comfortably. The boarders, and the teachers, andthe servants, fell back upon the stairs, and upon each other; andnever was such a screaming, and fainting, and struggling beheld.In the midst of the tumult, Mr. Pickwick emerged from hisconcealment, and presented himself amongst them. Ladiesâdear ladies, said Mr. Pickwick. Oh, he says were dear, cried the oldest and ugliestteacher. Oh the wretch I Ladies, roared Mr. Pickwick, rendered desperate by thedanger of his situation. Hear me. I am no robber. I wantthe lady of the house. Oh, what a ferocious monster! screamed another teacher. He wants Miss Tomkins. Here there was a general scream. Eing the alarm beU, somebody! cried a dozen voices. Dontâdont, shouted Mr. Pickwick. Look at me. DoI look like a robber! My dear ladiesâ^you may bind me handand leg, or lock me up in a closet, if you like. Only hear whatI have got to sa

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