"It seems a little thing to cry about," said poor Miss Jellyby apologetically, "but I am quite worn out. I was directing the new circulars till two this morning. I detest the whole thing so that that alone makes my head ache till I can't see out of my eyes. And look at that poor unfortunate child! Was there ever such a fright as he is!"
Peepy, happily unconscious of the defects in his appearance, sat on the carpet behind one of the legs of the piano, looking calmly out of his den at us while he ate his cake.

"It seems a little thing to cry about," said poor Miss Jellyby apologetically, "but I am quite worn out. I was addressing the new circulars till two this morning. The whole thing makes my head ache till I can't see. And look at that poor unfortunate child! Was there ever such a fright as he is!"
Peepy, happily unconscious of the defects in his appearance, sat behind one of the legs of the piano, eating his cake.
