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 You must close them carefully. And then you must see to my coffin; And be sure it's a fine one, dear. Ah no, by-the-bye

Be quiet! There's time yet to think of that.

Ay, ay. [Looks restlessly round the room. Here you see the little They've left us! It's like them, just.

[With a writhe.]

Again! [Harshly. Well, I know it was my fault. What's the use of reminding me?

You! No, that accursed liquor, From that all the mischief came! Dear my boy, you know you'd been drinking; And then no one knows what he does; And besides, you'd been riding the reindeer; No wonder your head was turned!

Ay, ay; of that yarn enough now. Enough of the whole affair. All that's heavy we'll let stand over Till after—some other day.

[Sits on the edge of the bed.

Now, mother, we'll chat together;