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 IV THE TALENT THOU GAVEST the son of Hannah held up his right arm and displayed the palm of his hand.

Mishtir Lloyd the Schoolin’ said: “Put your old hand down now,” and, gaping his mouth, proceeded to call out the register.

“Maggie Shones?”

“Here, iss.” “Eben Tomos?”

“Here, iss,” answered three voices together. “For what you do not shut your chins, you dirty cows!” said Mishtir Lloyd. “Why do you all act like old horses with-