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When
Dick
came
they
began
to
read
it
.
It
was
a
very
wonderful
and
exciting
book
,
and
the
scene
was
laid
in
the
reign
of
the
famous
English
queen
who
is
called
by
some
people
Bloody
Mary
.
And
as
Mr
.
Hobbs
heard
of
Queen
Mary
’
s
deeds
and
the
habit
she
had
of
chopping
people
’
s
heads
off
,
putting
them
to
the
torture
,
and
burning
them
alive
,
he
became
very
much
excited
.
He
took
his
pipe
out
of
his
mouth
and
stared
at
Dick
,
and
at
last
he
was
obliged
to
mop
the
perspiration
from
his
brow
with
his
red
pocket
handkerchief
.
“
Why
,
he
ain
’
t
safe
!
”
he
said
.
“
He
ain
’
t
safe
!
If
the
women
folks
can
sit
up
on
their
thrones
an
’
give
the
word
for
things
like
that
to
be
done
,
who
’
s
to
know
what
’
s
happening
to
him
this
very
minute
?
He
’
s
no
more
safe
than
nothing
!
Just
let
a
woman
like
that
get
mad
,
an
’
no
one
’
s
safe
!
”
“
Well
,
”
said
Dick
,
though
he
looked
rather
anxious
himself
;
“
ye
see
this
’
ere
un
isn
’
t
the
one
that
’
s
bossin
’
things
now
.
I
know
her
name
’
s
Victory
,
an
’
this
un
here
in
the
book
,
her
name
’
s
Mary
.
”
“
So
it
is
,
”
said
Mr
.
Hobbs
,
still
mopping
his
forehead
;
“
so
it
is
.
An
’
the
newspapers
are
not
sayin
’
anything
about
any
racks
,
thumb
-
screws
,
or
stake
-
burnin
’
s
,
—
but
still
it
doesn
’
t
seem
as
if
’
t
was
safe
for
him
over
there
with
those
queer
folks
.
Why
,
they
tell
me
they
don
’
t
keep
the
Fourth
o
’
July
!
”
He
was
privately
uneasy
for
several
days
;
and
it
was
not
until
he
received
Fauntleroy
’
s
letter
and
had
read
it
several
times
,
both
to
himself
and
to
Dick
,
and
had
also
read
the
letter
Dick
got
about
the
same
time
,
that
he
became
composed
again
.
But
they
both
found
great
pleasure
in
their
letters
.
They
read
and
re
-
read
them
,
and
talked
them
over
and
enjoyed
every
word
of
them
.
And
they
spent
days
over
the
answers
they
sent
and
read
them
over
almost
as
often
as
the
letters
they
had
received
.
It
was
rather
a
labor
for
Dick
to
write
his
.
All
his
knowledge
of
reading
and
writing
he
had
gained
during
a
few
months
,
when
he
had
lived
with
his
elder
brother
,
and
had
gone
to
a
night
-
school
;
but
,
being
a
sharp
boy
,
he
had
made
the
most
of
that
brief
education
,
and
had
spelled
out
things
in
newspapers
since
then
,
and
practiced
writing
with
bits
of
chalk
on
pavements
or
walls
or
fences
.
He
told
Mr
.
Hobbs
all
about
his
life
and
about
his
elder
brother
,
who
had
been
rather
good
to
him
after
their
mother
died
,
when
Dick
was
quite
a
little
fellow
.
Their
father
had
died
some
time
before
.
The
brother
’
s
name
was
Ben
,
and
he
had
taken
care
of
Dick
as
well
as
he
could
,
until
the
boy
was
old
enough
to
sell
newspapers
and
run
errands
.
They
had
lived
together
,
and
as
he
grew
older
Ben
had
managed
to
get
along
until
he
had
quite
a
decent
place
in
a
store
.
“
And
then
,
”
exclaimed
Dick
with
disgust
,
“
blest
if
he
didn
’
t
go
an
’
marry
a
gal
!
Just
went
and
got
spoony
an
’
hadn
’
t
any
more
sense
left
!
Married
her
,
an
’
set
up
housekeepin
’
in
two
back
rooms
.
An
’
a
hefty
un
she
was
,
—
a
regular
tiger
-
cat
.
She
’
d
tear
things
to
pieces
when
she
got
mad
,
—
and
she
was
mad
ALL
the
time
.
Had
a
baby
just
like
her
,
—
yell
day
’
n
’
night
!
An
’
if
I
didn
’
t
have
to
’
tend
it
!
an
’
when
it
screamed
,
she
’
d
fire
things
at
me
.
She
fired
a
plate
at
me
one
day
,
an
’
hit
the
baby
—
cut
its
chin
.
