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AUTHOR OF “‘ TAMSIN ROSEWARNE AND HER BURDENS,” ETC



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CONTENTS.



CHAPTER I.

SEEKING A SITUATION

CHAPTER II.

A GuaNnce Into THE Past

CHAPTER III.

“ Sporry Jim”.

CHAPTER IV.

Two DIsMIssaLs

CHAPTER V.

New Ways or Earninc Breap

CHAPTER VL

A Tempting Bait

CHAPTER VIL.
A Hint

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6 Contents.

CHAPTER VIII.
PAGE

Bouncu Receives a Warning . z 3 : . 54

CHAPTER IX.

“Uncie Tin” Comes FOR THE CHILDREN , ; . 60
CHAPTER X.

BUNCH IS TAKEN TO THE HosprTaL . 3 5 . 65
CHAPTER XI.

A CLERGYMAN FROM BLECKLEY. i ; 3 0

CHAPTER XII.

BuncH HAS VISITORS ; : . : : Se

CHAPTER XIII.

Tur Missing Retative Founp. : : ’ . 883

CHAPTER XIV.

Mortuer Buncu ReGaINS HER CHILDREN.” . . 86

CHAPTER XV.

Happy CHANGES : 3 : : : i . 92









LITTLE BUNCH'’S CHARGE.



CHAPTER I.
SEEKING. A SITUATION.

Ir was eventide, and the gleams of the setting sun

lay like a benediction on the historic river of which

our Spencer sang, as a girl in a tattered frock hanging

from her sharp little shoulders sped along a lane-like

street fronting the Thames. She was a plain-featured
child, and her face, gaunt with hunger, looked out of

a large crape bonnet.

‘Having reached the end of the street, she stopped
before a fair-sized house with a large square window
in its lower story, in which was displayed a coffin.
Over the door hung a board on which was painted in

. white letters, ‘“ Joseph Horne, Undertaker.”

“T reckon this is where Old Coffin lives,” said
the child to herself, gazing up at the sign; and then,
slowly mounting the steps leading to the door, she rang
the bell.

Tt was answered by a thin, melancholy-looking man,
with white hair surmounted by a canvas cap.

“Your business?” he asked, in a quiet, subdued
voice, as if afraid of hearing himself speak. ‘One of
those?” pointing to the coffin.



B." Little Bunch’s Charge.

“No, sir,” she cried, hurriedly. oe ge
“Then have the goodness to tell me what you do
want, or be off,” and the old man’s shaggy white brows
twitched impatiently as he spoke in the same low

melancholy tone.

The wizened face under the gloomy bonnet looked
frightened.

“Come,” cried the old fellow, sharply, at last, his
impatience increasing, “my time is precious; I
cannot afford to stay here talking to a gal who can’t
tell what she’s come for,” and he half shut the door.

The child’s courage now returned, and bunching her
shoulders, she said quickly, her eyes fixed on her
gaping boots, “ Ifyou please, Spotty Jim—the boy wot
- brings the newspaper—told me you wanted somebody
to tell you when folks is likely to die, and ’vised me
to apply for the berth.”

“Umph!” was the laconic answer.

' “Tm sharp as a razor, and can run as fast as a
telegraph boy,” said the girl, lifting her eyes to the
man’s face.

“ One would never believe that, to look at you, and
I’ve never heard my newspaper boy speak of any
little gal,” he said, eyeing her keenly. “ Where do
you live, and whose little gal are you?”

“T lives at No. 9, Lamb’s Court,” returned the child,
eagerly, again humping her shoulders, “and I’m
nobody’s gal.”

“Nobody’s gal!” echoed the man. “Then pray
who are you?”

“Tam Mother Bunch, str.” This remarkable asser-
tion, considering her age, which, judging from her
appearance, could not have been more than ten or
eleven, coupled with the air‘of importance which she
assumed, made the old man stare at her. “I ’ave been
a mother nearly three weeks, mister, and Tibbie and

Glory are my children,” drawing herself to her full |

height. ‘‘ Sweet little things they aretoo; I am wery
proud of ’em.”



Seeking a Situation. 9

The child, in her eagerness and dignity of mother-
hood, forgot her shyness, and looked the still
astonished Mr. Horne triumphantly in the face. “ My
little Glory is just like a picter,’ she continued, her
dark eyes shining under the locks of hair that strayed
from beneath the overpowering bonnet, “and she ’as
‘air all golden, and eyes—you should just see her eyes,
mister! Tibbie is pretty too, and such a love he is.
But, lor! they eats awful, and I’ve got to feed ’em
some’ow ; that’s why I’m come to apply for the
situation. So do, please, give it me, sir.”

The little creature in her intense earnestness was

uite irresistible, and the brown eyes were so pleading
that the old man was touched in spite of himself.

“Twill think it over,” he said, shutting the door
several inches more. “Perhaps I’ll look you up
and see if what you say is true. But let me
tell you that your story is very odd and difficult of
believing. Now be off!”

“I’m going,” returned the girl, her voice trembling
with hope and eagerness. “But, please, I want you
to kuow that Mrs. Buni, the grocer’s wife, in Dart
Street, is dying. I ’eard the doctor say as I was
passing that she can’t live out the night.”

“Ah! is that so?” cried Mr. Horne, thrusting his
canvas-crowned head round the door, and his face,
dull as parchment, showing indescribable interest.

“ Yes, tis true, cos’ Doctor Harper said so,” answered
Mother Bunch, delighted at the effect of her. news.
“He never makes mistakes about folks going off the
hooks, I’ve heard people say?”

“Tt is pleasant hearing,” said the old man, his voice
scarcely above a whisper. ‘I know the Bunts well;
have been to their shop often. Mrs: Bunt was a
cheerful soul, and as plump as a Christmas turkey.
Dear, dear, and now dying! ‘Truly ‘in the midst of
life we are in death,’ ” and then he sighed and looked
upward. “Those Bunts will be good customers, if I -
am fortunate enough to obtain their favour,” he added,



IO | Little Bunch’s Charge.

after a silence of a minute, rubbing his long, thin hands
together. “They will want her nicely turned out—
plated handles, hat-bands, and all the ‘ furnishings.’ ”

“ Wot's furnishings?” asked Bunch, in a whisper,
er big bonnet on a level with his cap as he leaned out
towards her. :

“Fine things in the undertaking line, and which com-
forts mourners’ hearts,” he whispered back. “ People
always have them who think anything of themselves.”

“The Bunts think no small bones of thetrselves,”
said Mother Bunch, “cos the young ladies play the
pianner near the window, and wear flowers and feathers
in their ’ats. And they are making a mint of money
by selling drinks over the counter,” she added.
“Spotty Jim says that their place is as paying asa
gin palace.”

“You certainly are an observing and knowing little
person,” said the man, giving vent to a chuckle,
“and I sha’n’t mind your coming to see me now and
again—on business,’ and taking a coin out of his
pocket he slipped it into her hand.

“Is Doctor Harper the only medical gent you know
in. this neighbourhood ?” he asked, as she pocketed the
coin.

“Taw, no, sir. I knows ’em every one—the
horspital and parish doctors too.”

“{ have no dealings with parish doctors,” said “Old
Coffin,” with dignity. “Iam not the parish under-
taker, little gal, and I vever undertake for anyone
who cannot afford to pay.” :

“Of course yer don’t. You are a very swell under-
taker, I knows, and charges awful for what yer does,”
cried Bunch; then seeing, as she spoke, a look of
displeasure sweep over Mr. Horne’s face, and feeling
that somehow she had put her foot into it, she
hurried on, “Yer buried my Tibbie and Glory’s real
mother. Do you remember?”

“What do you mean?” he asked, stiffly.

“Mrs. Trench, sir, late of No. 11, Lamb’s Court.



Seeking a Situation. II

I was there when you put ’er into one of them,” giving
a shuddering glance at the coffin in the window. ©

“TIT think Ido remember the person you name,”
returned the old man, rubbing his chin reflectively.
“ A little lady with yellowy hair; and if my memory
“does not fail me, she was followed to her grave by a
pale-faced gal carrying a baby thing with hair all of
a shine, like the Thames at sundown, and leading
another little child.”

“That gal was me, and them little children was my
Glory and Tibbie, that poor Mrs. Trench axed me to
look arter until Uncle Tib comes,” cried little Mother
Bunch, and the look of pride returned to her wizened
face. “So yer don’t undertake for folks who can’t:
pay ?” she asked, after a pause.

“T certainly do not,’ replied Mr. Horne, emphati-
cally. ‘Keep your eyes open, and ears too,” as the
child moved off the steps, ‘and never show your face
here unless on business. You clearly understand ? ”’

“Yes, mister. Then yer will ‘let me tout for
your”

“Tf I find I can depend on you. But I must look
you up first. Now run away.”

Little Mother Bunch ran down the steps and
vanished as the sun sank behind the tall masts of the
vessels on the Thames.







CHAPTER II.

A GLANCE INTO THE PAST.

Motuer Bunca had a strange history, and sad as it
was strange. She was a London waif, cast upon the
misery of ‘slum life when she was quite a little thing.
She had no knowledge of her parents, and believed,
poor little soul, that she had never had any! When
' she was a mere babe she was given to a drunken old
woman, known as Peggy Sot, to bring up. But
Peggy died when the child wasin her seventh year,
and from that time she had taken care of herself, how,
she only could have told. It was said by Peggy’s
cronies that the girl was the offspring of notorious
thieves, who were now paying the penalty of their
wrong-doing in Her Majesty’s prisons. Be that as it
may, Bunch—as she was called froma trick she had of
bunching her shoulders when angry or excited—was
a friendless little creature, and lived very much like
the dogs of the street, foraging just as they did for
food to eat. At the age of nine she was considered
capable of taking charge of young children whilst the
hard-worked mothers went out charing. Many a
family of little ones she had mothered for a day, and
thus earning for herself the name of little Mother
Bunch. Sometimes a garment—almost past wearing,
it was true, but still a garment—was given her, for
which she was most thankful.



A Glance into the Past. 13

When Bunch was eleven, a young woman, evi-
dently a lady, came to live in Lamb’s Court where
Peggy Sot died, and where the child, if she did not
actually live there, spent most of her time. She
was a fair woman, sweet-voiced and gentle-man-
nered, and was of quite a different class from her
neighbours. Many were the conjectures as to what
had brought her down to the necessity of living in
such a poor locality as Lamb’s Court. Mrs. Trench,
as she called herself, had very little to say to any-
one, and never went anywhere, except to a shop in
one of the better streets, where she took and fetched
needlework. On these errands she was generally
accompanied by two children, a boy of four and a girl
of three. They were both beautiful, the girl especially
so, and her exquisite little face in its setting of golden
hair was worth going miles to see; so at least Bunch
thought when she first saw her in her mother’s arms.

Bunch was a very affectionate child, and it was
quite a natural thing that she should fall in love with
the pretty children, who were as clean and neatly
clad as they were pretty. She got into the habit of
following them whenever their mother. took them out
of doors. More than once the mother stumbled over
her as she lay outside her door, whither she had come
for the simple pleasure of listening to the sweet
prattle of the little ones within.

The children soon learned to know her by sight,
and when the golden-haired girl first smiled at her,
the wait’s whole being thrilled. From that day the
pretty child filled her heart, and it was her one
longing to kiss her. It was not, however, gratified

~~ until Mrs. Trench was taken suddenly ill. The poor

young mother had noticed the waif’s deep interest in
her children, and the worshipping glances she threw
them from time to time as she followed them through
court, lane, and street. She was glad, therefore, for
her help in the hour of her need, because she had
nobody else to whom she could turn.



14 Little Bunch’s Charge.

Some children have the art of nursing born in them,
and Bunch was one of these. Her unchildlike life had
made her old before her years. She had often been
left in_ charge of young children, as we have just
remarked, and it had developed her natural gifts,
and in,a measure had fitted her to be a sort of little
mother to Mrs, Trench’s children. What the poor
young mother would have done without the girl it is
difficult to say. Of course she was unskilled, but
what she lacked in skill she made up in ardour. She
gave them their meals, washed them, amused them,
and prevailed on one of the nicest women of the court,
called Trigg, to come to and fro to the sick woman.

Mrs. Trench only lived a week after her break-
down, which the doctor said was from overwork and
semi-starvation, and most of the time she was in a
comatose state, and only became conscious a few hours
before her death; then the thought that her little
ones would be left perhaps to the mercy of an un-
feeling world oppressed her terribly.

Bunch was helpless here except to tell her that
she would take care of them and be a mother to them,
The girl was very much in earnest, and did not
realize the full meaning of her promise. A waif with
nothing of her own to give save love, promising that
she would ‘‘ mother” two little children not many years
‘younger than herself! Some such thought filled the
dying mother’s mind, for she smiled sadly, and said,
“You have a tender heart and willing hands, but
you are only a child, and want someone to mother you.
God help me!” she cried, “and befriend my small
children.”

Then, as if a.sudden inspiration possessed her, she
gathered up her remaining strength, and telling
Bunch to bring her ink and writing material from
_ the cupboard, she took the pen in her almost nerveless
hand and wrote a few faint lines. Having addresse
and sealed the letter, she gave it to the girl.

“ Post this at once,” she said. ‘‘ It will, I hope, bring



A Glance into the Past. | 5

my Uncle Tib to fetch my little children, He lives at
Bleckley in Berkshire, and as it is not far from
London, he may come, if not before I die, soon after.
In any case, I want you to stay here with my-darlings
until he comes. I cannot bear the thought of their
being sent to the workhouse even fora day. I have
a few pounds put by which will meet the expenses
of my illness, and the rest will keep you and the
children here until their grand-uncle fetches them.
Mrs. Trigg will tell you what to do when I am gone.
Now, will you promise to stay with the children until
my uncle arrives?” and her dying eyes scanned
searchingly the little wizened face shining now with
love, as it bent over to catch what the woman said, for
the voice was hardly above a whisper.

“T promise, ma'am,” Bunch answered, struggling to
keep back her tears. ‘I promise never to leave the
little ’uns and: be true to my trusé till Uncle Tib
comes, and I will take care of ’em as if they was my
wery own. I won’t let ’em go to the work’us,” and
stretching out her hand she sobbed out, “ and ’ere’s
me ’and on it, lady.”

“Thank you, dear child,” murmured the dying
woman, trying to press the small hand laid in hers,
“and may God reward you, and have you and my
precious children in His safe keeping.”

As Bunch yet'stood by the bed she heard Mrs.
Trench whisper to One she in her great ignorance did
not know, “‘ Dear Lord, I am sure Unele Tib will
come; for I have asked Thee to send him, and I also
know that Thou wilt make his heart very tender
towards my little ones, because Thou lovest them, and
hast forgiven me all my sin.”

Bunch duly posted the letter, and on her return
found that Mrs Trench had again become unconscious ;
and so she remained until the evening, when she
passed quietly away.

The kind-hearted woman who had nursed her went
to Mr. Horne, the undertaker, to arrange for the burial.



15 Little Bunch’s Charge.

She put off the funeral as long as she dared, hoping’ ::.
from what Bunch told her that the uncle would turn.
up soon, but he did not, much to the disappointment
of everybody living in Lamb’s Court. Bunch and the
children followed the poor mother to her last resting-
place, as did most of the inhabitants of the court.

Dye as she did amongst strangers, and the children
left as they were, had caused a great deal of ae
and sympathy on their behaif.

When Bunch returned to the lonely room, the little
ones clung to her and would not suffer her to go out
_of their sight. They had already begun to call her

~~. Mother Bunch,” from hearing Mrs. Trigg speak of

her by that name, and the girl felt herself a mother
indeed when she glanced at the children who had no
one to take care of them but her poor little self. No
mother could have showered more love on the little
creatures than did this poor waif, who had never
known a mother’s love.

















CHAPTER IIL. .

“ sporry JIM.”

As day succeeded day and no Uncle Tib arrived, the
interest in the children, as far as the people of Lamb’s
Court were concerned, began to wane. The small
sum left after the doctor’s bill and the funeral
expenses were paid soon dwindled away, and before
Mrs. Trench had lain in her grave a fortnight every
farthing of ib was gone. The rent of the small room
becoming due, Bunch had to pawn some of the
furniture to meet it. The landlady of the house
where they lodged was the worst of her kind, and
seeing that the few things left would not fetch much
if taken to a pawnshop, told Bunch to “clear out” as
quickly as possible, and to take the children to that
very forgetful “‘ Uncle Tib.”

The girl could obey the first command, which she
did, but she certainly could not carry out the second.
For one reason, she had no money; and another, she
had no more idea where Bleckley was than the little
ones themselves. ‘The hardhearted landlady could
not tell her, neither could Mrs. Trigg. Their know-
ledge of eography was very: limited, and Berksltire
might be in Scotland or Wales, for aught they knew.

Two doors from No. 11 was a large cellar, un-
inhabited, save for rats and cockroaches, and the man
to whom it belonged, having no use for it just then,
allowed Bunch and the children to occupy it until he

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i. Little Bunch's Charge.

required it. It was a miserable place, damp and dark,
the only light coming from a small opening far up in
the wall, which let in the wind and rain as well. But
wretched as it was, Bunch was very grateful for it, and
told the little ones it was better than having no place

at all. Mrs. Trigg helped Bunch to bring the few be-
longings of the children into the cellar, lighted a fire,
and made them as comfortable in the dingy place as
was possible. She was exceedingly poor herself, hav-
ing a large family of young children and a lazy hus-
band, who drank the greater part of her earnings. She
could not afford to give away even a crust, and Bunch
knew it, but out of her exceeding poverty she gave
the children half a loaf of bread, and went to bed
supperless herself.

Even with this help Bunch felt very sorrowful
when she laid down beside her charges that night.
The wind howled all the night, and the rain beat into
the cellar, and the rats scampered about. She lay
awake thinking how she was to supply two hungry
little children with food every day.

“Mrs. Trench said that God would reward me and
’ave us in His keeping,” said the girl to herself.
“Wotever did she mean? I wish I knew. Does

., keep mean hiding? I knows I keep away from the

perlice when I ’elps myself when I’m hungry.”

The outlook did not seem any brighter when the
day-dawned. The wind and the rain had departed
with the night, but the sunlight, dimly lighting the
darkness of the cellar, and shining on its mouldy
walls, only made her more miserable, for to her con-
sternation she found that the rats had eaten up the
bread the woman had given her the previous evening.
- The children awoke at the usual time, and as usual
wanted their breakfast. Bunch had nothing to give
them to eat, and the little ones began to cry.

“ Never mind, darlings ; we'll go and search for —
somethink to eat,” she cried, wiping Glory’s wet face,
“and if we can’t find anythink, we'll twig a bit of



“ Spotty Jim.” 1g

somethink from somewhere. We musin’t let ‘the
bobby see wot we does, or they’ll pop us into jail.” -

“Only naughty people doe dare,” said Tibbie,
shaking his head. “ Weis good, Muvver Bunch.” © |

Bunch laughed. “I don’t b’lieve yer understand,
little ’un, except that yer wants yer. breakfast, which
them nasty rats have eat.”

The girl took from the children’s scanty wardrobe
a small grey coat, red knitted cap, and a blue jacket
and hood, which she had seen them wear when out
with their mother. Her heart swelled with pride
when she dressed the boy in his cap and coat, and.
Glory in her hood and jacket. :

Tibbie looked bonnie in his outdoor garments. He
was a very handsome boy, as dark as his small sister
was fair, and the red cap only made his young
beauty all the more apparent. As for little Glory, she
was quite too lovely in her little jacket and hood to
be a real child, Bunch thought. ~

“ A proud mother, I am,” said the girl, as she led
the little ones up the stone steps leading anto the
court. ‘ There ain’t their equal for beauty hereabouts,
I knows!”

The Hast-end sparrows were picking up their break-.

fast in the gutters as Bunch and her charges sallied .-

forth in search of theirs.

In vain the children looked for food in the
neighbourhood of Lamb’s Court, and Bunch, feeling
that nothing eatable was to be found there, made her
way to the Thames. She thought that the life on the
river would make the children forget their hunger—at-
least, for a time.

It was 4 bright morning in early spring, and the sun-
beams glittered on the water, which in some parts was
crowded with shipping of all sorts and sizes, from the
Hast Indiaman down to the clumsy black river barge.’
Tibbie was delighted. with all he saw, and his large
speaking eyes were as bright as the sunbeamed water ;
and little Glory not only stretched out her tiny hands

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20 . Little Bunch’s Charge.

-in, the sunshine, but smiled at everything and every-
body, to the delight of more than one old salt as he
‘rolled along the banks of the river.

In one of the streets leading down to the water,
Bunch stopped before an old-fashioned shop window.
The fresh air blowing up from the river had only
increased the children’s hunger, and they had begun
again to cry for their breakfast. So, to divert their
thoughts, she had brought them to see the pictures in the
windows. One of them was a transcript of Sir Joshua
Reynolds’ well-known picture, “ Angels’ Heads.” She
had never seen a copy of this chef dcaeuvre before,
and was gazing at one of the lovely little faces peeping
out of the cloud, when a rough, heavy hand was laid
on her shoulder. Turning round, she saw a big, loosely-
made lad of fifteen or sixteen, his red, pock-marked
face one big smile, standing at her side. He wasa
very plain lad, without a redeeming feature, but with
all his ugliness and brick-red hair, he was kind-looking,
and his looks did not belie him. Like Bunch, he
was a wail, a wastrel he would have called himself,
having been driven by his inhuman mother from his
home at a very early age. Heand Bunch had known

. each other as far back as she could remember, and
he had often shared his: crust with her, and fought
her battles when set upon by the quarrelsome little
people of the slums.

“Tt is Spotty Jim,” cried Bunch.

“Right you are. I say, did yer steal that little bit
of a gal,” looking at Glory, “out o’ the picture in the

winder ?”

“No,” returned Bunch, laughing; “I had her given
to me, and this little man too,” resting her hand on
Tibbie’s cap.

“ Well, if that ain’t the biggest crammer I’ve heard
for some time!” cried the lad, throwing back his head
and gazing at the three from under his half-closed eyes.
“Wot’s yer game now? Thinking of tramping the
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they’ll get a fortune for yer. Got a fiddle or a
banjo? You'll want one.”

“Tis hard times, Jim,” said Bunch, regretfully, “and
one who has a family is glad to turn their ’and to
anythink, even to play a fiddle, if Thad one. ve got
to get bread for my little dears until Uncle Tib comes,”

‘Who in the world is Uncle Tib? ” asked the
astonished Jim.

“Tm tired, and if yer wants to know about that
gent and how I comed by the children, we must go
over there and sit down,” said Bunch, pointing to
some packing-cases lying on the river’s bank.

“T is so hungry,” lisped Glory, fretfully, as the
children, Bunch, and Spotty Jim seated themselves on
one of the packing-cases.

“ So is I,” cried Tibbie, ready to join in his sister’s
wail,

“Wot do the kids say ? ” asked the lad.

“They ain’t had their breakfast yet,” answered the
girl. “You see, the wind from the river has made
them feel hungry.” '

_ “ Veddy hungry,” broke in little Glory, her pretty
lips puckering for a howl.

Spotty Jim’s small red eyes looked hard at Bunch,
and then, divining how matters were from her sad,
tear-filled eyes, he jumped up and disappeared into a
shop close by. In a moment he returned with three
large buns, which he tossed into Bunch’s lap with the
words,—

“T don’t know ’ow yer comed by the little ’uns, but
they are far too pretty to be allowed to starve.”

The children rejoiced at the sight of food, but
starving as they were, they did not put it to their
mouths until they had folded their hands, reverently
bowed their heads, and whispered a grace..

“T say, wot did the kids do that for?” asked Jim,
who was watching their every movement.

“T don’t quite know,’ answered Bunch. ‘“ They
never eats nothink and never goes to sleep without



240 Little Bunch's Charge.

whispering to Somebody I can’t see. It made me feel
awful queer at first, but I am used to their little ways
now. I must tell you about Uncle Tib and how the
little dears came to be my wery own.”

“ Mother Bunch, yer a brick! I am proud of yer!”
cried Jim, when the child had finished her little story.
“Let me ’ave the honour of shaking yer fist,” and
grasping her hand, he gave it such a grip that she
cried out with pain. “TI envy yer, and wish ye would
let me be yer pardner in the matter of the little kids.
But, dang it, I’ve been down on my luck lately, and
can’t give much. Never mind; I’ll do wot I can. If
you are in any trouble wotever, you jess come to me.”

“Tis nice to ’ave a pal like you to go to in
trouble, Jim,” said Bunch, looking gratefully into the
lad’s big red face.

“Yer ain’t attacked your bun yet,” said the boy,
getting up to go. “TI know yer trick,” blinking at
her in a way all his own, and hitching up his trousers.
“You are keeping it for them little beauties,
*Tain’t wise, little pardner. If yer starve yerself and
make yerself off to the work’us. So eat yer bun, for the kids’
sakes,”

Bunch, who had put her bun behind her where
her hungry eyes could not see it, was fain to yield to
Jim’s advice, and it brought a lump to his throat to
see how ravenously she ate it. |

“ Well, I can’t stop here,” he said; “tis time I

was getting my papers.”

“T wish little gals could sell papers,” said Bunch,
with a sigh, as she swallowed her last mouthful of
bun. “We've got to live, and the little ’uns don’t
give me no opportunity to steal for ’em. You see, if
yer ain’t precious careful, the bobby would be down
on yer like anythink. I b’lieve they’ve got eyes all
over their ’eads.”

“Tt’s naughty to steal,” put in Tibbie’s sweet young
voice. “It would make God so sad if you did.”



“ Spotty Jim.” 25

Bunch and Jim exchanged glances.
“You'll ’ave to be careful of yer morals now yer
are a mainmy,” cried the lad, treating Bunch to one
of lis remarkable winks. ‘“ The little gentleman don’t

think it right of yer to pilfer, Mother Bunch.”

The girl said nothing. She had never been taught
that stealing was a sin, and she only refrained from
stealing now from fear that she would be separated
from the children. Tibbie’s remark puzzled her, and —
turning it over in her mind later, she came to the
conclusion that stedling was a habit people like Mrs.
Trench did not indulgein, perhaps because they were
better born than dwellers in courts and alleys. Any-
way, if Tibbie objected to it, certainly his mother
would have, and so for their sakes she would steal
no more, unless driven to do so by starvation.

“T don’t know wot yer will do, little pardner,” said
Jim, kindly. ‘There ain’t much a gal like you can
turn ’er ’and to except selling flowers, matches, and
that sort of thing, and you can’t do much in that line
with two little kids hitched on to yer like a canal barge,
I hope that precious Uncle Tib will soon come along.
If Mrs. Trench didn’t go off in the way she did, I
would swear you were tricked. Bunch, I wish I
could buy yer an instrument of music of some sort.
Yer might pick up a bob a week in that way then.”
Then a thought struck him: “I suppose yer don’t
know Old Coffin down in Ship Street?”

Bunch shook her head,

“ He is a rum old cove, but he ain’t a bad sort if yer
once get into his ways. He wants somebody who ain’t
got much to do to tout for ’im. Yer see, there is
competition—them is his own words—even in the
undertaking line, and he wants somebody to give him
the wink when anybody is dead or is going to die.
Yer only wants to be sharp and brisk when the
doctoring gents goes their rounds. The gal that
touted for Mr. Horne—that’s ’is proper name—took
the measles and died.”



260 Little Bunch’s Charge.

“T knows Mr. Horne,” said Bunch, quickly. “He
was the undertaker for my little *uns, real mother,
Oh ! if he only would let me tout for him, Jim.”

“Well, you can but ask him. He knows me. I
takes a newspaper to his house every Saturday, and
you can tell him I sent yer. You'll soon find out
where he lives. He has a big black board over his
shop door, and a coffin fixed up in the winder.”

“But I can’t leave the children,” said Bunch.

“I can ’elp you there,” said Jim, “and will swing
round to Lamb’s Court this afternoon sometime and
give an eye to the kids whilst you are gone,” and
slipping asixpenny-piece in Bunch’s hand, he hastened
away.

The girl gazed at the coin with bright, glad eyes,
and then spat on it for good luck.

“There is no fear of our starving to-day, nor to-
morrow, my pretties,” she said, as she too got up to go
home. “Twill be dinner-time soon, and I'll get
somethink tasty for our dinners.”

True to his word, Spotty Jim turned up in the
course of the afternoon, and after he had made friends

with the children, Mother Bunch ventured to leave
them in his care, and putting on a crape bonnet some-
body had given her to wear at Mrs. T'rench’s funeral,
she went t6 see Mr. Horne, or Old Coffin, as he was
generally styled, with what result our readers already
know.

Mr. Horne looked the children up the following
day, and finding that what Bunch had told him was
perfectly true, after having made a few inquiries,
he was not altogether displeased with her general
character, and appointed her his tout-in-chief,





CHAPTER IV.

TWO DISMISSALS,

Spring is generally a most trying season, and there
was a great deal of sickness at the time Mother Bunch
was taken into Mr. Joseph Horne’s employment.
What with following the erratic movements of the
gentlemen of the medical profession, and reporting
the results to her employer, she had quite as much as
she could do. The girl was very active in her move-
ments, and being very intelligent, she soon became an
adept at reading the doctors’ faces, and was also able
to judge of the state of the patient by the frequent
visits to a house. Whenever a patient did die and
Old Coffin was favoured with the undertaking, Bunch
was jubilant ; and so was he in his soft, melancholy
way. In fact, Mr. Horne could not help showing how
delighted he felt whenever the small white face
shadowed in the big bonnet showed itself at his door.

She certainly was the best tout he had ever
employed, for she had in a short time already brought
more custom to him than any tout ever did before.
So pleased was he that he paid her sixpence for every
person coffined.

Bunch felt that she was not only a person of
importance, but that she was actually growing rich—
so rich, that she sometimes treated ‘Tibbie and Glory

to “tripe,” and “trotters,” and sweet cakes, and



28 Little Bunch’s Charge.

hired one of Mrs. Trigg’s children to look after the
little ones while she was out on business.

Spotty Jim came as often as he could the first ten
days after Bunch had succeeded in getting “the
berth,” and he never came without bringing some-
thing for the children. He was so kind and good-
natured that they were quite as pleased to see him as
Mr. Horne was to see Bunch, only they always showed
their joy in a different way.

A. whole month went by, and May came, a cold,
wet May with little sunshine, and as yet there was no
abatement in the sickness and no sign of “ that
sloweoach Uncle Tib,” as Jim called him. Jim was
beginning to feel doubtful of that gentleman’s exist-
ence, and said that if there were such a person “ it
wasn’t likely that he would want to be bothered with
two little kids.” But Bunch, who had faith to believe
anything and everybody, said there was an Uncle Tib,
and that perhaps he was sick and would come when
he got well again. His failure to appear was not a
trouble to her now, for she and the children were able
to live, to quote Jim’s expressive language, “like
fighting cocks.”

May was half through, when Spotty Jim, for an
unknown reason, ceased coming to No. 9; and when
a whole week went by and he did not turn up, Bunch
began to fear that something dreadful had happened
to him.

One day as she was sitting on a kerbstone in one of
the streets facing the Thames to rest, after following
Dr. Harper’s uncertain movements, her friend Jim
came slowly up the street. To her surprise, he was
dressed ina bargeman’s suit, and his ungainly body
was rolling about like a ship in a storm.

Bunch had the children with her that day, for Mrs.
Trigg was sick, and her little girl had to stay at home
and look after her brothers and sisters.

Jim saw Bunch and the children, and came to them,

“Ah, there yer are, Mother Bunch! Ain't I a



Two Dismissals. 29

swell?” he asked, in a thick voice, so unlike his own
clear, ringing tones. ©

‘“‘T jess think yer are,’ she answered, slowly, still
gazing at him, ‘‘and yer voice is thick as a fog.
7Ave yer got a cold, Jim?” |

The lad uttered a silly laugh, causing Bunch to open
her eyes wider than ever.

“‘ Wotever has come over yer ? ”’ she cried, in dismay.
“Yer breath is hot enough to set the Thames on fire, and
smells like the inside of a gin-shop. You ain't taken
to the drink, ’ave yer? Wot is the cause of yer not
coming to see us these days past ?”

“Tye gived up selling newspapers, pardner,”
returned Jim, in the same thick, muddling voice, ‘ and
I’ve turned waterman.” :

“Yer ’ave turned gin man, yer mean,” said Bunch, |
severely. “You sha’n’t be a pal of mine if yer
take to the drink. Glory smells the drink too, and
don’t ’prove of yer giving ’way to sich wickedness,”
as the little child pushed him from her with her tiny
hands when he stooped to kiss her. “I thought yer
was a respectable, sober lad,” continued Bunch, “ and
fit to be my pardner in the matter of my little
children,” and she shot an angry glance at him from
her dark eyes.

“So I am,” cried Jim. “But yer don’t know
the world, my dear. A chap who ’as got promoted
must do as others do. I ain’t had more than one
glass of grog to-day. My tother pardner treated
me. So yer need not turn up that there stump of a
nose at afeller. You ain’t so good that yer can afford
to cast stones at me. If yer don’t drink yer tells lies,
’ and steals when yer gits the chance. “Tis surprising
that them youngsters,” leering at Tibbie and Glory,
“don’t turn up their pretty little noses at you.”

Bunch fixed her eyes on the tipsy lad with a fright-
ened gaze, and then, taking in the full meaning of his
words, her face went crimson. She was a good little
girl according to her lights. ,



30 Little Bunch’s Charge.

“T only stole to satisfy my innards,” she said,
lamely. ‘Yer know, Jim, that I wouldn’t thieve if
*twasn’t to satisfy the beast inside of me, wot do bite
awful when I ain’t got nothing to stop the hunger.”

Spotty Jim either could not or would not reply to
what seemed to Bunch an all-convincing argument
in her favour, and a bargee, evidently his “ tother
pardner,” hailing him at that moment, he rolled
away.

“He sha’n’t be my pal no longer,” she said to
herself, as she watched him get into’a barge on the
river. “Uncle Tib, when he cones, wouldn’t like to
see a boy what drinks loafing about his little nephew
and niece; and I hope he won’t come agin to No. 9.”

But a week later Jim came and brought with him a
small tambourine, which he struck and Jingled, to
Tibbie’s huge delight.

Bunch was at home, and although Jim was sober
enough now, she was true to her resolve, and received
him coldly. Thelad was amazed and displeased at:
his reception, for he was fond of the little girl in his
honest boyish way, and loved the little ones almost as
much as she did. At first he laughed at Bunch’s
stern, set face, and then, his slow wits taking in that
he was not wanted, he turned on her angrily.

“Tf that’s yer game, yer good-for-nothing, ungrate-
ful little hussy,” he cried, fiercely, “‘ encouraging a cove
to come to see yer one week and the next giving him
the cold shoulder, I’ll be off, and won’t come near yer
agin, mark my words,” and flinging the tambourine on
the cellar floor, he rushed up the stone steps.

Tis all along o’ Uncle Tib, who won’t come,”
sobbed poor Bunch, when the lad’s footsteps had died.
away. “Wot we are goin’ to do without Jim’s ’elp
when the folks don’t go off the hooks, I don’t know,
and they ain’t goin’ off like they did ab fir st, and Old
Coffin» is already beginning to look as black as ’is
coffins when I goes there now.”

“Won't God take more care of us then, Muvver



Two Dismissals. 31

Bunch?” asked Tibbie, drawing nearer to the girl
and gazing up into her troubled face.

“Wot do yer mean?” she asked, wiping her eyes.
‘Him yer speaks softly to afore yer goes to sleep?”

Tibbie nodded. “I don’t know nothink much about
Him, darlin’! Yer see, [ never had no larnin’,” she
added, as if to excuse her ignorance.

“ God loves little children,’ whispered Tibbie, still
gazing at Bunch. “Are you a little child?”

“No,” said Bunch, shaking her head, “ I never was
a little ’un—to be cuddled and loved, 1 mean. I never
had anybody to love me—no God nor nobody.”

“ Poor Muvver Bunch,” cried the boy, flinging his
arms round her neck. ‘I love you dearly, and Glory
does too.”

Bunch’s troubled face and tears had sorely worried
the dear little fellow, and he was anxious to comfort
her by telling her of God’s beautiful love, with which
his mother had tried to console him when his little
heart was sad; but he was much too young to tell her
how full, and broad, and all-embracing that love was—
taking her and everybody in, even the most sinfuland .,
the most degraded. me

Bunch had indeed offended Spotty Jim, for he came
no more to Lamb’s Court.

As the days slipped by the weather improved, and
before June the district where Mr. Horne lived was .
able to show a clean bill of health. This was a grief
to Bunch, for it meant starvation to her and to her little
charges, and no work to Mr. Joseph Horne. This
close-fisted old fellow no longer looked kindly at the °
pale little face under the black bonnet, and buttoned
his coat over his lean old heart when the girl ventured
to say she was hungry. ‘“ No undertaking, no pay!”
was his grim reply.

One'day Bunch took the children with her to Ship
Street, and Old Coffin at first glared at the little.
party, but when Glory did her best to make friends
with him by her coaxing little smiles, he. muttered,—





32 | Little Bunch’s Charge.

“T shouldn’t like to put a beautiful little thing like
you into a coffin, although I do think that a little
white box with a babby imside it is the prettiest
sight in the world.”

Bunch, knowing a great deal of Mr. Horne by this
time, felt that he had paid a great compliment to
Glory’s lovely little face and winning ways, and told
herself that if she could soften the heart of Old Coffin
she could almost melt a stone.

But greater surprises still were im store for Bunch
that day. Mr. Horne actually asked them to come
into his room. She had never been invited to go
beyond the shop before, and could hardly believe she
had now, until she found herself in a small room
behind the shop.

The remains of a meal stood on the table, and Glory,
childlike, stretched out her hands at the sight of food.

The old man, however, took no notice of her tiny
appealing hands, nor of Tibbie’s longing eyes, but
began to wash his cup and saucer.

“ You're growing stupid,” he said, at length, looking
straight at Bunch. “TI shall have soon to shut up shop
and retire to the workhouse. A gal who has no
business capacity is no good to me. I have made no
end of them things like you see in the window, hop-
ing they would be soon wanted. You shall see for
yourself,” and opening a door on his right, he revealed
to the children row after row of coffins.

“ T can’t help it, mister, if people won't die,” cried
‘ poor Bunch. “’Tis so unkind on’em to get well when
there is a chance of their going off the hooks. We
all feels it, mister. I don’t know ’ow me and the
children are going to keep out of the work’us neither.
Why, even the doctoring gents is beginning to look as
miserable as an ‘ undertaker,”

“T should like to sleep in one of those things,” broke
in Tibbie, looking under Mr. Horne’s arm at the rows
of coffins; “and the shavings would make a lovely
soft bed. Do rats live here?” he asked the old man.

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Two Dismissals. 33

“No! but my cats do,’ was the gruff answer.

“T like tats,” cried the boy, nowise abashed, “and
so does my sister. We should like to tome here and
live wiff you very much. Our cellar is so dark, and
the rats squeak awfully. And I should like a big
piece of your nice take too, Mr. Toffin,” pointing to
some cake on the table.

“Umph! you are not lacking in wants, if you are
in manners,” said Mr. Horne, eruffly again, but he
walked to the table and cut the children a large slice
of the cake, and watched them eat it with a grim
smile on his miserable-looking face.

When Bunch got up to go home the old man gave
a curious little cough, which made the girl look up at
him.

“My dear,” he said, quickly, “as you have brought
me no custom this last fortnight, I feel that I must
get another little galto workfor me. You see, I must
think of myself somewhat,” as Bunch stared at him
stupidly. :

“ Do yer mean, mister, that I am not to come here
on business again ? ”

“T do,” he said, hurriedly turning his back on her,
for he was not able to bear the look of mingled
surprise and entreaty in her small white face.

This abrupt dismissal was so unexpected and so
cruel that the poor child was quite stunned, and her ~
eyes were so blinded with tears, that she would have
stumbled as she went down the steps but for Tibbie’s
guiding hand. :

“T ’spect Pm paid out for treating poor old Jim as I
did,” she wailed. “Oh, I wish he would come back !”

“ P’1’aps God will tell him to come, if you want him,
Muvver Bunch,” said Tibbie, rubbing his soft, dark
cheek against her hand.

But the girl took no heed of his caress. She was
too much upset at her dismissal to receive comfort
from anybody just then.





CHAPTER V.

NEW WAYS OF EARNING BREAD.

Marrers were beginning to get desperate with little
Mother Bunch. She had again not only to starve
herself for the children, but had hardly any food to
appease their craving young appetites.

“The less I has the more hungry they is,” groaned
Bunch, three days after Mr. Horne had told her not to
come again; and in her distress at not being able to
give them bread, for which little Glory was begging
piteously, she actually smacked the poor mite, and then
flung herself on the cellar floor in a passion of tears.

Tibbie was alarmed at this sudden outburst, and
fearing he knew not what, caught up the tambourine
lying in a corner of the cellar, and began to thump
and shake it. As soon as the jingle of the tam-
bourine fell on the girl’s ears, she sprang to her. bare
little feet and shrieked out,—

“ Whyever didn’t I think of that there tambourine
afore? Ill bet if we play in the streets, and dance
and sing, we’ll get lots of coppers. Yer did beat out
the music beautiful, Tibbie,” and she hugged the
children for very gladness.

An hour later found Bunch and the little children
in Basset Street. They began to dance and sing with
all their might to the beating and jingling on the
- tambourine, which Tibbie handled quite skilfully, to

the delight of a small crowd which had quickly

































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‘““PHEY BEGAN TO DANCE AND SING WITH ALL THEIR MIGIIT,”’



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New Ways of Earning Bread. 37

gathered around them. The children were bare-
headed—the day being very warm—and Glory’s
beautiful hair gleamed in the sunlight, and her large
eyes were like “twin blue stars of heaven.” As for
Tibbie, his dark curls bobbed to the music and_ his
brown smooth young cheeks were as rich as a damask
rose with excitement.

The children were undoubtediy the attraction.
Bunch herself was not in the least attractive, and her
voice as she sang had no more music than a worn-out
street organ.

When they had finished dancing and singing, she
sent Tibbie. round with the tambourine, as she had
seen the street professionals do, and to her joy she
counted three pennies, six halfpennies, and about as
many farthings. a

“Why, Tibbie,” she cried, “tis worth being sent
away from Old Coffin’s to get all this. Spotty Jim
said there was a fortune in yer, and there is. We
won’t starve now, my pritties.”

Whilst Tibbie had been collecting, Glory had begun
again to dance. She had caught up the hem of her little
blue frock as she had seen Bunch do, and her. little
feet were moving to a tune of her own, when a low-
browed, dark-faced, evil-looking man, with a barrel
organ and a monkey on his back, came on the scene.
He stood watching the child several minutes, and
then walked quickly away, returning in a short time
accompanied by a. woman dark and good-looking.

“With your training,” he whispered, “that little
‘un,” pointing to Glory, who was still dancing,
“would be worth her weight in gold.”

'.“ She would,” the woman whispered back. “She zs
beautiful! Do not let them see us noticing her. Vl
keep them in sight.”
‘They moved away, and the man, when he had
reached the end of the street, began to grind out
“Wait till the clouds roll by.”
Bunch, meantime, being more than satisfied with



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38 Little Bunch’s Charge.

her takings, entered an eating-house, and ordered
buns and new milk for the children and a roll and a
cup of coffee for herself.

When they had had a good feed they turned into
the next street, and performed again with yet more
fortunate results.

The children were very tired after their second
performance, for the want of food had weakened
them, and Bunch wisely thought that they had better
perform no more that day.
> As they made their way back to their own court
through a series of alleys and lanes, they were accosted
by the woman whom the organ-grinder had brought
to see Glory dancing.

* Do those little ones like lollipops? ” she asked, in
a pleasant voice. ‘They do look such little loves. I
was watching you dance just now, and thought how
well you did it. Have you been at it long?”

“No,” answered Bunch, her pinched little face
flushing with pleasure at the word of praise, unex-
pected as it was pleasing. “I never danced i in the streets
before to-day. But I means to often now, ’cos it pays.”

“Tt would pay you still better if you had a few
dancing lessons from a professional,” said the woman ;
“and this sweet child,” looking down into Glory’s up-
lifted little face, “would learn to dance in no time if she
were properly taught, and would-soon have the streets
at her feet, She has music down to her dear little toes.”

Bunch said nothing ; in fact, poor waif, she did not

know what to say.
_ “You are not related to those children, are you?
I thought not,” as the girl shook her head. “ They are
both very handsome—brother and sister, I should say,
although one-is as dark as a gipsy and the other as
fair as an angel. Are you looking after them for
their mother ? ” ;

“ Ym their mother,” said Bunch, shortly, resenting
the question. “I have to look after them till their
Uncle Tib comes.”



New Ways of Earning Bread. 39

The woman gave Bunch a comprehensive look out
of her full dark eyes. ‘ You mean the little ones are
orphans, and that you have been put in charge of
them till their friends turn up.”

“However did you know that?” cried the girl, the
woman’s chance shot taking her by surprise.

“ A little bird whispered it to me,” was the laugh-
ing rejoinder. “ Are youacquainted with Uncle Tib ?”

“ Didn’t that little bird tell yer nothink more about
us?” was the girl’s evasive answer, giving the woman
asuspicious glance. “ Forifit didn’t,I sha’n’t tellyou.”

“T am afraid you must think me inquisitive in
asking so many questions,” said the woman, unmoved
at Bunch’s rude reply. “I can perhaps explain my
interest in you by telling you I am a teacher of
dancing, and that I do not like to see real talent lie
hidden for want of bringing it to the front. I watched
you and this child,” letting her hand wander over Glory’s
bright little head, “ dancing just now, as I told you, and
I followed you to make a suggestion and an offer.”

“ Wot does yer mean ?” asked Bunch.

“That I should like to give you and this little one
a few dancing lessons.”

“But we ain’t got no money to pay yer,” said the girl.

“T would disdain to take money from a poor child
like you, if you had any,” said the woman. “I am
quite willing to teach both of you for nothing. I am
an orphan myself, and know what it is to suffer hunger.
I can feel for others,” she continued, as Bunch stood —
‘ staring up at her, astonished both at the kindness and
the offer, “ and I loveall children, especially when they
are pretty, as these little ones are. I once had a dear
golden-haired, violet-eyed little sister,” she said, in a
low, sad voice, “ but the angels fetched her away.”

“Like they did our own muvver,” put in Tibbie’s
clear young voice.

“ Ah! you poor little darling,” the woman ejacu-
lated, and the tears that had already sprung to her
eyes dropped on Glory’s shining head.,



40 Little Bunch’s Charge.

Three pairs of eyes large with pity gazed at this
sad-voiced stranger, and Bunch’s lips trembled as she
said, “I am ever so sorry for you. IJshould feel just
like you do if anybody was to take away my little dears.”

The woman made no reply, but gave the girl’s hand
a sympathetic squeeze, and that expression of sym-
pathy won her warm young heart.

“Well, then,” said the woman, after a pause, “ you

are going to accept my offer?”
. Oh, yes, ma’am,” returned Bunch, gratefully. “But
- we lives in a cellar, and the cellar is ’most as dark as
a chimney,” troubled at the thought that she had no
fit place to invite this kind-hearted woman to come.

“That's rather unfortunate,” said the woman, who
had not been slow to notice what an impression she had
made on this little waif of the London streets. ‘Never
mind; we must manage it somehow. You have some
friends, I suppose?” giving her face a searching look.

- “Yes,” answered Bunch; “ Mrs. Trigg, for one, and
there are lots of others in our court who would stick
up for my little dears, ’cos of their having only me for
a mother. Why does you ask?”

The woman smiled to herself, and bending her head
as if in deep thought, she said, ‘I think, dear, all
things considered, that it will be better for you to
come to me for your dancing lesson. I daresay we
live within walking distance of each other. Iam at
present staying at No.151, Darrow Street, St. George’s.
‘When you come to see me, please ask for Beta. I
want you to come to-morrow afternoon at half-past °
four. Be sure you do not forget to come and that the
number of the house is 151; mind, I shall expect you.
Now I must tear myself away, as I have a professional
engagement at six, and it is after five now. One
word before I go. Do not say anything to anybody
—not even to your friend Mrs. Trigg—of the little
kindness I am anxious to do you,” and thrusting a
paper of sweets into little Glory’s hands, she hurried

AWAY.





CHAPTER VI.

A TEMPTING BAIT. :

Darrow Street was some distance from where Bunch
lived, and a very wicked place it was; shut in by
narrow, dirty lanes and alleys, it was one of the
filthiest streets in the Hast-end.

In this place of wickedness and vice Bunch and the
children found themselves ten minutes before the time
appointed by the woman. It was a hotafternoon, and
the women of the street were ina very quarrelsome
mood. ‘Some of them were fighting like fiends out-
side one of the public-houses, while others were hang-
ing. about, and cries of their unhappy babies mingled
with the shrieks of the women, Men were lying about
drunk in every direction, and what was still more
awful, guile young lads and girls were sleeping the
heavy sleep of drunkards on door steps and in gutters,
and were the butt of swarms of almost naked children.

Sailors of all nationalities were to be seen inside and
outside the various public-houses and foreign cafés in
the street, which, although shut in by other streets,
was of considerable size, and Tibbie was not far from
tears as he heard some of them gibbering away in a
language unknown to him, and saw their violent
gestures.

Familiar as Bunch was with slum life, she was quite
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42 Little Bunch’s Charge.

heard as she came up the street, and she wished she had
not brought. the children. When she came to the house
where Beta told her she was staying, and found that .
it was a large public-house popularly known as the
‘Ramblers’ Rest, she felt inclined to turn back again,
and probably she would have done so had she known
that it bore a very ill name even in the neighbourhood
of Darrow Street, and was the rendezvous of all the
tramps and their kind in the parish of St. George’s.

_ It must have been drawing near the tramps’ supper
time when the children entered the long stone-flagged
passage of the Ramblers’ Rest, for odours of beef-
steaks, mutton chops, herrings and haddocks, and
other dainties dear to the Hast Londoner pervaded
.. the. place, and made the tired, hungry children feel
‘ more hungry. |

* Wot little dears,’ ejaculated a man, whose face
bore the marks of drink, and was most brutal-looking.
“ Beta, ye’re wanted,’ he shouted, in answer to
Bunch’s inquiry for that individual.

“ Ah, there you are!” said the woman, appearing
at the door of the general room, which was filled with
men and women of all sorts and conditions, some of
whom were dancing to the strains of a squeaking
fiddle. “I thought you were a person of your word.
Go upstairs,” she said in Bunch’s ear, as scores of
inquiring eyes were turned on the children, “and go
into the room on your right; Tl be up in a minute.”

Bunch was only too glad to obey, and mounted the
stairs as quickly as she could, for she had Glory in
her arms, and ‘Vibbie was clinging to her ragged
skirts. In her confusion, she turned to her left, and
found herself in a room about eight feet square, in
which were the fixtures of what seemed a Punch-and-
Judy show. In front of the framework sat a care-
worn woman of about forty, who, as the children

entered, was intent on touching up Punch’s faded ~

cheeks with vermilion. A growl from a pug dog at
her feet made their presence. known.



A Tempting Bait. — 43

“ What do you want ?” she asked, looking up. “ Beta,
did you say? The lady of that name has her room
- the other side of the landing. - Having a look at

Punch ?” noticing Tibbie’s eyes glued on that inte-
resting gentleman. “ ‘Mrs. Judy and her babies are on
the drum behind you.”

“And the baby is in a little coffin,” aid Bunch,
turning round. “And there’s the undertaker,”
looking downatalong-legged, black-coated doll, stuck
against the side of the drum. “ Ain’t hea tito aie
looking old cove—just like our Old Coffin, white wig
‘choker, and all.”

“This is not the room on the right, » said a voice at
the door. “Iam quite ready to give you your lesson,
ma chere.” nnn

“You had better go quick,” said the woman,’
pointing with her brush to the door. “ Beta and her
man are the cocks of the walk here, and she is not the
person to be kept waiting,” she added, in a lower key,
as the children seemed reluctant to go. ‘ You can
come in again and see Punch-and-Judy, if you like.”

“You should go where you are told,” said Beta,
when they were seated in her room, which was rather
larger than the one they had just lett, and there was
an ugly frown on her brow which did not improve
her appearance. “ My man will be up in a minute,”
she added, as Bunch did not speak.

“Dare is a monkey,” exclaimed Tibbie, who let
very little escape his big brown eyes. “ What a dear
little thing.”

“Me ’faid,” cried Glory, as the little beast, finding
himself noticed, made a grimace. “Me wants to doe -
home, Muvver Bunch.”

“ Jumbo won't hurt you, darling,” said Beta, recover-
ing herself. ‘Ah! hére comes my Billums,” and a
man, the man who had brought the woman to see Glory
dance, entered the room, carrying a dish of smoking

beef-steaks, which he set on a small round table
already laid for a meal.



A4 Little Bunch’s Charge.

“Are these the dear young people of whom you
told me? ” he asked, taking a long look at the children.
“Well,” as Beta nodded, “if they will condescend to
sup with us, they will be as welcome as summer,” and
he ducked his head in their direction.

Bunch’s hungry eyes glistened at the sight of the
dish. She and the children needed no second invita-
tion,.and -were soon seated at the table with well-
_ filled plates. before them.
| After they had cleared their plates, and were further
treated to sponge cakes, the table was pushed into a
corner, the man took his place at the organ and com-
menced playinga dancing-tune, fixing his eyes on Glory,
who as soon as the man began to play, moved her little
feet to the music. Beta watched the child for some
minutes, and then, being anxious to impress Bunch
with her accomplishments, she commenced to dance
in the most graceful style. So impressed was that
too impressionable child, that she was not only de-
lighted, but longed to become an accomplished dancer,
too, and when the woman had finished whirling round,

she was more than eager to receive her first dancing
lesson,

Bunch’s limbs were not at all pliant,and she was very
stupid at first, but Beta was patient—at least, outwardly -
so—and told her when the lesson was over that she
did wonderfully well, considering, and would, she

‘believed, be able to dance as well, if not better, than
did her teacher, if she kept at it, which pleased and
comforted her for having brought the children to such
a house as the Ramblers’ Rest.

“And now, duckie,” Beta said, turning to little Glory,
and taking hold of her tiny hand, “you must have your
lessons in steps and positions,” but to everybody’s
vexation, she would not budge an inch. She was an
obstinate little creature when she liked, although, as
a rule, she was very sweet-tempered and obedient.

Beta, in despair of doing anything with the child
that day, asked the man, as a kindness to herself, to



A Tempting Batt. 45

give Tibbie a lesson in tumbling. He acquiesced.
willingly enough—too willingly, an observing person’ '
would have thought—and spread a square of red cloth |
on the floor for the practising. Whether the boy was’
possessed of the same spirit of perverseness as his
sister, or whether he was frightened, it is impossible
to say, but he would not consent to learn, and when
Bill insisted on his commencing, he began to howl. .

The man was exceedingly angry, and looked it, and
poor Bunch was distressed at the children’s unaccount- —
able behaviour, and said they had never been like it’.
.. before. :
“vy “They ought to be whipped !” cried the man,
savagely, and from the heavy scowl on his face he
looked as though he would enjoy doing it. :

“We ought not to expect much from such little
things the first day,’ said Beta, soothingly, seeing that
the girl was on the verge of tears. ‘ Mother Bunch,
as the children call her, made up for their ill-behaviour
and learnt her steps welland quickly ; now, didn’t she,
Bill?” a warning glance from the dark eyes flashing
across to the angry man.

“ Well, ’tis only fair to allow that she did,” said the
man, in a lesssavage voice. ‘ But I can’t help feeling
a bit vexed. Here you, who are a veal professional,
earning no end of tin with yer teaching dancing, willing
and anxious to teach two little waifs for nothing, and
not one of em will do anything at all but stand up stiff
asa mast. Why, ’tis enough to make a parson swear.
But’tishard onthe big gal—I allow that; and I declare,”
bringing down his hand with such force on the organ
that the poor little monkey was nearly frightened out
of his wits, and fled from his master the length of his
chain, “if Mother Bunch goes on as she ’as begun,
comes here regular for her lessons, practises her steps
and positions, I’ll treat her to a fine frock against the
time she comes out as a full-fledged professional,”
and again he thumped on the organ, causing Jumbo
to bunch his back like Mother Bunch so often did.



46. Little Bunch’s Charge.

“ That’s my own Billums!” cried Beta, patting the
man on the back. “Your bark is always worse than
your bite. It was only this morning you were down
on me like a load of coal when I told you that I
was going to teach some poor little children to earn
their bread, and you have not only given them a nice
supper, but are now actually promising Mother Bunch
a fine frock. JI know you,” shaking her fist at him
playfully. “You are trying to outdo my little
kindness,”

“Only trying to push it on a bit, my sweetums,”
said the man, hanging his head as if ashamed of being
caught ina kind action. ‘I don’t see it ig much use
of your teaching a gal to dance if she ain’t got a bit of
finery to back it up when you’ve done with ’er. You
know as well as Ido that people think as much of a
smart get-up as they do of the dancing. The ful-lals
is half the show, and makes it successful.”

“You are right, Bill; and if Glory ever allows her-
self to be taught the art of dancing, she will want a
pretty frock too,” and she glanced at the child, who
' was standing by the window immovable as a rock.

“You want me to fork out the chink (money) to
buy the little ’un a frock as well as the big ’un; I can
see by the look in your eyes,” said the man, winking
hiseye. “ But’tis no manner of use for you to hint; I
can’t afford to give two frocks. Ain’t yow got a little
dress you can give the child?” and he looked at the
woman curiously. ao

“T have a little frock,” she returned, in a troubled
voice. “ But surely, Bill, you don’t want me to give
away that one. Do you forget that it belonged to my
little angel-faced sister with hair like her’s,” pointing
at Glory, who at that moment was a personification of
her name as she stood by the window, for the sun-
beams shining upon her brought out the brightness of
her hair and made it a nimbus of light round her
exquisite little face.

“T don’t forget, and I understands your feelings,”

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A Tempting Bait. “AZ

said Bill, slowly. ‘“ But—’ and again he gave the
woman a peculiar look.

“You think me selfish,” she said, in a voice that
seemed to betray the nearness of tears. “But you
sha’n’t have cause to think so badly of me again. I'll
pack up my little feelings, for Mother Bunch’s sake,”
and going to a box, she took out a small frock, blue and.
spangled, and held it up before the children. ;

Bunch opened both her mouth and eyes. Never
before had she seen such a wonderful garment. “’Tis
all of a glitter, like broken glass when the sun shines
on it,” she said to herself.

“When my man gives you the frock, Glory shall
have this one,” said Beta, half smiling at the girl’s
gaping admiration, “that is, ¢f you will teach her all
L teach you. I daresay you will be able to manage

the naughty little puss.”
©That I will,” cried delighted Bunch, humping her

shoulders. ‘‘She will do anythink I tell her when
we are by ourselves, and youll see that by the time
we come here again she’ll be able to do her steps and .
positions better than me.”

“T hope she will,” saidthe woman, ‘“‘ You see, dear,”
folding up the frock, “that it is very uncertain how
long we stay in this neighbourhood; and now I have
begun to teach you my art, I am anxious to do what I
can for all of you. So unless you can help me, my
little kindness will be thrown away. You will be
nowhere without them. It is the children who
will be the attraction. People’s hearts and purses
are generally open to the performances’ of little
ones.”

“How soon must we come again P” asked the girl,
when the smart little garment was put back into the
box. ;

“To-day is Wednesday. You ought to have a
lesson twice a week to begin with. I shall be
disengaged on Saturday. So come to me on that day
at half-past three.”



48 Little Bunch’s Charge.

“Will their friends let ’em?”? asked the man,
looking hard at Bunch from under his beetling brows.

“Tm me own missis,” said the child, quickly, “ and
I can come whenever you want me.”

“That is well,’ said the man, with a satisfied .
smile. “You see, my dear,” as Bunch’s expressive
little countenance showed surprise, “we ain't so
fortunate’as you in being our own master. So ’tis a
good thing for you that you can come when we are
at home.”

Both he and Beta, for reasons of their own, accom-
-panied the children out of Darrow Street, and Bunch
noticed with pride that quite a number of people cast
admiring glances at the two beautiful little ones as
they walked by the different public-houses and cafés.







CHAPTER VII,

A. HINT.

Bunew was lifted out of herself at having had her
first lesson in dancing, and she not only practised her
steps and positions diligently, but taught little Glory,
who was now quite as willing to learn as the girl to
teach her, and being a perfect little mimic, she was
soon able to do her steps better than Bunch.

The children did not now perform much in the streets,
in consequence of a hint they had received from Beta.
They danced until they had earned just enough to
satisfy the cravings of hunger. They all looked
forward, as only hungry children can, to another
. good meal at the Ramblers’ Rest.

They were not disappointed, for when they got
thereon Saturday and were climbing the stairs, Bul
came up behind them bearing a big dish of mutton

’ chops.

“?Tig the land of Goshen here, ain’t it?” he said,
with a laugh to Tibbie, who was watching him coming
up.
re And better than Punch?” said a voice from the
room on the left of the passage.

“ No,” cried Tibbie, stoutly, looking round and
seeing the Punch-and-Judy show woman in her door-
way; “I Uke Mr. Punch.”

“ Do you, dear’! There he is, then,” pointing to the

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50 ; Little Bunch’s Charge.

show still standing in the centre of the room, and Mr.
Punch himself grinning from the square window.

“ We’re having our show all fixed properly against
Henley Fair,” she said, in answer to Bunch’s
inquisitive glance. “Are you going to the fair,
Hurdy Gurdy Bill?” as that individual was passing
her door; “and are you coaching these angel-faced
little ones to take with you? They’ll be worth a
good round sum to somebody when you have trained
them to your will, won’t they?”

The man swore to himself as he and the children
entered his room. “They Punch-and-Judy people
ain’t no good,” he said, earnestly, to Bunch. ‘“ Don’t
you never go into their room. Their little dawg ’ave
got sharp teeth and bites awful, and the master of the
Punch show—the woman’s husband—is more savage
than their little dawg, so—”

“The dog is a dear little thing,” struck in Tibbie ;
“and I like the Punch-and-Judy show woman; she
has. a nice face, and I don’t fink you have, ’cause
Glory won’t kiss you.”

“ But you will like the beautiful dinner we've got
for you, Tibbie,” put in Beta, quickly, rising from her
chair to receive the children, distressed at the fearful
look on the man’s face as he banged the dish on the
table.

“Don’t go upsetting a good dinner after taking
the trouble of cooking it, Bill,” she said, putting a
staying hand on the dish, and from her manner of
speaking there was much more in her words than the
simple incident called for. ae

“Tam a big fool,” laughed he. “Now, little ’uns,
fall to, and mind you clear up the whole dishful of
cho 3.” os : a3. x if wi.
' The children, did “fall to,” and Tibbie, when he
could eat.no more, said he should like to live with Bill
always, which put everybody, except Bunch, into a
good humour, : . A,

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A Hint. 51

through the meal, and was exceedingly stupid over her
dancing lesson, which tried Beta’s patience not a
little. Fortunately for her, little Glory more than
made up for her stupidity, and did her steps in the
prettiest way imaginable. It really was a charming
sight to see the child tip-toeing and making her
graceful little curtseys, and Beta and the man were
delighted with her, promising her, as they caressed
her, that she should soon have the lovely spangled
dress.

Tibbie also behaved better after his dinner, and
graciously consented to learn to be an acrobat. Bill
spread the square of cloth as before, and put his body.
into all manner of indescribable attitudes for the
entertainment and instruction of the little fellow, who
at first was more alarmed than anything else. But he
was a boy of spirit, and did his best to copy his tutor,
and manfully kept back his tears whenever he came
down with a bang on the floor; and he had every ~
encouragement to be brave, for each time he burt
himself Beta cried, “ Bravo!” and clapped, and Glory
shouted “Bravo!” too, clapping her tiny hands in
the most fascinating manner. Liven the surly man
grunted an approval. Bunch alone was silent and
sulky.

The little ones were equal to anything that after-
noon, and Bill and Beta were so pleased with them
that she said she must put Glory into the spangled
frock, just to see how she looked in it, only she must
first have her hair brushed.

The child had a fair share of vanity, and stood with
a conscious look on her sweet face while the woman
combed out her tangled hair, which, when it was
carefully brushed, tumbled in rings of shining gold
all over her lovely little head and down the shapely
white neck. When she was robed in the dress, which,
although the material was coarse in texture, was just
the tint to set off the little one’s fair beauty and
apple-blossom complexion, oe looked. so beautiful

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oe Little Bunch’s Charge.

that poor little Mother Bunch forgot her sulks, and
gazed at her with open-mouthed admiration.

“My little beauty,” she cried, “yer are heaps
prittier than that picture in the winder in Gravel.
Street.”

“ She is prettier than any picture I have ever seen,”
said smiling Beta. ‘She is the prettiest little maiden
in London. town and out of it. Youre a very
fortunate little Mother Bunch. I quite envy you your
good luck in having such children. You will make
your fortune.”

“I am sure, Beta, you do not mind the great
sacrifice you aye making in giving that little frock,”
said the man, lifting “his glittering eyes from the
beautiful little child to the woman’s face.

“T am trying not to,” was her answer, and she
turned away ostensibly to hide her emotion.

Glory was so pleased with her small self in the
spangled dress that she wept bitterly when it was
taken off, and was only consoled by being told that
she should have it on again the next time she came
to the Ramblers’ Rest.

Bill and the woman went with them to the end of
Darrow Street as before, and as they were parting
told them they would be at home every day for the
next fortnight, and would like them to come every
afternoon at three o’clock.

“The oftener you get a lesson the sooner you will
be able to come out,” Beta said, in the quiet, persuasive ~
way she had. ‘“ And take my advice, dear (I speak

‘for your best interest), don’t dance in the streets any

more until I give you permission.”

“We can’t live ’pon nothink,” returned Bunch.

“‘ Of course you can’t,” the man put in, “ and here’s
a bob for you to get wot you want in the eating
line.”

“You are kind,” cried Bunch, gratefully, “If I
get on like this with so many little helps, I sha’n’t
want Uncle Tib to come,’



A Hint. . 53

“When do you expect that old gentleman to turn
up?” asked the man, with affected indifference.

“T don’t know. Mrs. Trigg says he won’t now .
after all these weeks.”

“ He is the children’s uncle, ain’t he?”

“Yes,” the girl answered, “or great-uncle, which is
pretty much the same, Mrs. Trigg told me. Is
Bleckley a long way from “London?” she asked,
suddenly.

The man and Beta exchanged glances,

“ A fairish way,” he answered. “ That’s where the
old uncle lives, ain’t it? “Tis a village up the ee
You ain’t thinking of tramping theres are you? e?

. Bunch nodded. i

“No,” returned Bunch.

“Anda good thing too. Looking fo Uncle Tib
in them parts would be like searching for a pin in a
load of hay. I suppose that old gentleman knows
where the little ones are living.”

“Yes,” returned Bunch, looking lovingly at the
children; “Mrs. Trench told him all about us,
and—”

“And that you lived at No. 11, Lamb’s Court,
Shadwell,” Beta chimed in.

“ Did that little bird o’ yours tell yer that?” asked
Bunch, in surprise.

“T§ was I who toldher,” cried Tibbie. ‘‘ Sheasked
~ me lots of questions, didn’t you, Beta?” lifting his
beautiful dark eyes to the woman’s face.

Beta laughed and looked confused.

“*T should think you were anythink but anxious for
Uncle Tib to turn up,” said the man, to hide her
confusion. “If he came, ’tis as likely as not that you
and the children would have to part. You would not
like that, Mother Bunch ?”

“Oh! I shouldn’t!” exclaimed the girl, tears spring-
ing to her eyes at the bare idea, “I b’lieve I should dio
without my two dear little children,” and she gripped
their hands very tightly as she led them away,





CHAPTER VIIi.

BUNCH RECEIVES A WARNING.

Tue coming of Uncle Tib was no longer a pleasant
anticipation to poor Mother Bunch, and the more she
thought about his coming the more she dreaded it;
and since it was within the bounds of possibility—
although Mrs. Trigg again told her that she did not
believe he ever meant to come—she longed to take the
children somewhere where he would never find them.
But the little ones were not strong. Glory was
sometimes troubled with a cough, and she dared not
run the risk of letting them sleep in the open air
(as she, poor waif, had often done) whilst they could
have the shelter of the cellar, but she was determined
to keep away from Lamb’s Court as much as she could.
Being flush of money through the kindness of Bill, ;
Bunch had very little to do except to practise her
dancing lessons, which she and little Glory did most
assiduously, generally in somebody’s back yard,
where it was quiet and not overlooked by the public.
Going to Darrow Street and back took up a good
portion of the day, and they never failed to present
themselves there at the appointed hour, and were
always sure of a welcome and a good meal.
One afternoon, as they were on their way to St.
George’s, they met Mr. J oseph Horne, who by his
dejected appearance was still doing very badly.



Bunch Receives a Warning. 55:

- Hullo, mister!” was Bunch’s greeting. “Ts trade
looking up yet?”

The old fellow shook his head dejectedly. ‘“ You are
looking flourishing,” he said, eyeing the trio. “I
think the lot of you are getting quite fat.”

Bunch laughed. ‘‘We’ve had plenty of good
lickums, mister—mutton chops, tripe and trotters,
and all kinds of fatteners. We've been in luck’s way |
ever since you turned us going. We think that that
Somebody who my little dears,” glancing down at the
children, “ speak soft to every night and morning’ ’as .
to do with our luck.

“Whatever do you mean, child?” cried Old Coffin.

« His real name is Gop,” returned Bunch, in a low,
reverent voice. “I can’t tell yer much about Hin,
mister, ’cept that He loves little uns and got His eye
*pon us. Do you happen to know Him?” she asked,
as Mr. Horne looked at her in an odd, shamed sort of
way. “I and my little dears are going into the
Perfession,’” she added, as he did not answer; “we
really are, mister,’ as he stared at her, probably think-
ing from her talk that hunger and cold had turned her
brain. “It will bea wery paying concern, I think, and
we are likely to make our fortunes and ride in a carriage
as fine as the Lord Mayor’s or the Queen’s. There is
no knowing, sir, and we may be able to give you a job
if your undertaking business don’t brighten, and—”

But Mr. Joseph Horne did not want to hear Bunch
finish her sentence, and was soon out of earshot.

When Bunch and the children reached the Rum-
blers’ Rest, she found they were half an hour before
their usual time. Beta and her man were out, and as
their door was locked, she and the children seated
themselves on the stairs to await their arrival.

Tibbie soon grew tired of sitting still, and said he
must go and see how Mr. Punch was getting on, and
the next minute Bunch heard him cry, “‘ Why, where
has the Punch-and-Judy show woman gone ?”’

“She is on her way to Henley Fair, my little man,”



56 : Little Bunch’s Charge. -

returned a voice, peculiarly low and sweet. Bunch’s
curiosity being aroused, she got up and peeped
into the room, and saw a young girl sitting on a stool
writing with her toes. She had no arms, and her feet
had to serve her instead.

“What! two children more?” she exclaimed,
catching sight of Bunch and Glory peeping in. “Walk
in! walk in, and see the girl born without arms free
and. gratis.”

Bunch obeyed with alacrity, and gazed at this
curiosity for nearly a minute without uttering a word.

“When you have done gaping, my child,” said the
oirl without .arms, patronizingly, “ I'll have a good
look at those little ones. They are pretty—very,” her
soft blue eyes travelling from Tibbie to Glory, and
from Glory to Tibbie. «eT don’t know which I shall
make a pet of—the dark or the fair. They are both
lovely and beautiful contrasts. I suppose they are the
children V’ve heard so much about, and are to be the
Infant Prodigies. My father may thank his stars
that they are to be attached to our concern. They’ll
be the attraction at all the races and fairs. JI hope,
little girl, that Bill intends giving you a big sum for
the dear little orphans.”

“Whereare your arms?” demanded Tibbie, who had
been calmly looking at the girl. “Did God forget to
stick them on when He sent you down from the sky ?”’

“You'll give me a fit, young man,” said the girl,
shrieking with laughter. ‘“ You’rea caution, you are. I
shall have to pick up my wits when we travel together.”

“T’spect God hadn’t any arms to give that girl,”
said Tibbie, lifting his sweet, thoughtful eyes to
Bunch’s face.

Bunch took no notice of the boy ; she was looking
white and frightened.

‘The girl with no arms saw what was sateen on
the poor child’s face, and she muttered to herself, “I
shall be killed ; [’ve let the cat out of the bag, there’s
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Bunch Receives a Warning. 57

“ Wot did you mean about my little dears belonging
to your concern, and travelling with you?” asked.
Bunch, fixing her steadfast eyes on the show girl’s
face. ‘ We ain’t going travelling with anybody.
The little ’uns ain’t poor little orphans. They are
mine, and I ain’t going to let anybody have ’em, and
I means to stick by ’em, so there!”

“Of course you are; I was only joking. Gurls with
no arms must have their little jokes, as well as other
folks.”

“What! got into the wrong room again ?” aid a
voice at the door, and Beta thrust her head in. “I
don’t like your going into any room in this house but

ours,” said the woman, crossly, when her own door
' closed on the children, “It is a public-house, you
know, and it is often full of strange people, especially
after the Derby.”

“JY believe that that girl in there, who ain’t got
arms, is a nasty thing,” said Bunch, looking fierce and
resentful, “though she ’as got eyes as blue as Glory’s,
and hair ’most as yeller,’ and she told Beta all the
girl had said.

The woman's face grew very grave. “’Tis a mercy
I warned you,” she said, quietly. ‘ There are a lot of
tramps staying here at present, and she is one of them,
I daresay. It was just a pack of lies what she told
you. The little ones are of no money value except to
yourself, and then only for a few years. Children soon
grow out of their prettiness.” Beta spoke so earnestly,
and with such apparent truthfulness, that Bunch’s fears
were allayed, and whenever she came to the Ramblers’
Fest she was careful to shun every room save Beta’s.

As day followed day, little Glory danced more
charmingly than ever, until it seemed to Bunch’s
loving eyes that she could even foot it better than her
teacher ; for the little one was willing enough to be.
taught by Beta herself now.

Tibbie was getting quite proficient in tumbling, and
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58 a Little Bunch’s Charge.

could stand, without moving an eyelash, on Bill’s out-
stretched hand. Bunch, too, was not guite so stupid
at dancing, but graceful she would never be, and she
was beginning to feel that she would never become a
good dancer.

In returning from Darrow. Street one evening, they
were attracted to a square by the beating ofa drum,
and entering it, they saw to their joy that it was a
Punch-and-J udy show. A crowd had already gathered,
and Bunch had’ to stand on its outskirts, She lifted
' the boy on to some railings, and held little Glory in
her arms.

“Tis our Punch,’ whispered the little one in her
ear. “T know it is.”

“T b’lieve you're right, my lollipop,” said the girl.

When the acting was over, Bunch felt a hand on
her shoulder, and looking round, saw the careworn,
gentle face of the Punch-and-Judy show woman.

“T want to give you a warning,” she said, kindly.
“T don’t know who you are, or anything about you, but
I do know a great deal about Hurdy Gurdy Bill and
‘his woman. They are regular sharpers, my dear, and

are at their old game again. I am anxious to give
you a bit of advice, if you’re sensible enough to take
it. Whatever you do, don’t let those wicked people
get those two little children into their clutches. I
gave you a hint as to the character of Bill and Beta
‘before I left the Ramblers’ Rest, but you did not take
it. It was not so many years ago but what some
folks can remember that Bill was sentenced to a term
of imprisonment for stealing and il/-treating a little
child, not unlike that little beauty in yourarms. Beta
~was his accomplice, although it was never proved
against her—she was too clever for that—but she can
bite and snarl, in spite of her pussy cat ways. I love
children, although I never had any of my own, and I
should be sorry for them to fall into Hurdy Gurdy
Bills hands, and if you will take a would-be friend’s
advice, you will fight shy of Darrow Street and the

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Bunch Receives a Warning. 59

Ramblers’? Rest. I hope they have a mother or
somebody older than yourself to protect them, poor
little souls. My husband is beckoning me. Good-
bye, and God keep you,” and the woman was gone.

Bunch was stunned, and how she got back to ‘Lamb’s
Court, she never knew. Her white, set face fright-
ened Tibbie, and Glory looked at her with big
wondering blue eyes.

“The girl that ’as no arms didn’t tell lies,” Mother
Bunch burst out, when they were safe in their cellar ;
‘and, oh, I do wish Uncle Tib would come, or that He
who loves little children would hide us somewhere
where there ain’t any wicked Bills and Betas.”

“Do you mean the dear Lord?” asked Tibbie, draw-
ing close to the anxious little “ mother.”

‘“‘T don’t know,” answered the poor child, putting
her lean little arms round both children, and weeping
bitterly. ‘I am such anignorant little Mother Bunch.”

“Our own muvver told me and Glory that the
Lord Jesus would take care of us always, and love
us,” said Tibbie, in his comforting little way, which
was one of his charms.

“Did she?” said the girl, brightening. “Do you
think that He who has got so many names knows
that you and Glory ain’t safe from sharpers and
tramps, and bad wicked people ?”

' “What do you mean, Muvver Bunch?” asked the
little fellow, opening his eyes.

“That Bill and Beta ain't really kind, and want to
take you away from me.’

“They sha’n’t,” he exes flinging his arms round
the girl’s neck.

“Then ask Him who you speaks soft to not to let
them steal yer from me. I should break me ’eart if
they were to, darling.”

But Tibbie was too young to understand what Bunch:
wanted him to do, and Bunch was too ignorant to
explain her fears more fully. So she lay down beside
the children with a heart full of misgivings.















CHAPTER IX.

“ UNCLE TIB ”’ COMES FOR THE CHILDREN,

Bune, being now fully alive to Bill and Beta’s
intentions of robbing. her of the children, went no
more to Darrow Street, and kept away from the parish
of St. George’s. She still had a few pence left from
‘the last shilling the man had given her, and was de-
termined, before it was expended in food, to try her
lock again by ‘dancing in the streets. She looked with
dismay at her tattered frock, and wished she had
obtained the one Billhad promised her. “ But there,”
she said to herself, “I don’t believe he ever meant to
give it me. I see it all now,’ and the girl drew a
heavy sigh. “But I wish I could get a bit of finery
to put on the children,” and she thought longingly of
the blue spangled frock.
Unfortunately there was very little ciothing left,
Bunch having had to pawn most of it to buy food
for the children. Their clothes had got very faded
and dirty, and even their outdoor garments were not
decent, but the girl made them as respectable as
possible; and the second day after being warned by the
show woman, she took the tambourine and the chil-
dren in the direction of Smithfield. The weather was
not fine, and folks did not care to stand about in the
wet to watch two children performing ; although Glory
danced beautifully, and Tibbie beat and shook the
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“ Uncle Tib” Comes for the Children. 63

people, and the coins they received were not enough to
buy them a good meal. The third day they were even
more unfortunate, for it rained all day until the even-
ing. As the children turned into their own court, tired,
wet,and disappointed, they were accosted by a quaintly
attired old gentleman. He was very wrinkled, and:
his hair was snow white. -

“Can you tell me if this is Lamb’s Court?” he asked,
looking at the little party with sad, dark eyes. ,

“Wot does yer want to know for?” asked Bunch,
her heart beating against her ribs—for she. feared
who the old man was—and her eyes travelling down
from his blue swallow-tailed coat and tights to his
buckled shoes.

“You have a right to ask, seeing I am a stranger to
these parts,” he answered, in a low, quavering voice,
taking out a large silk handkerchief and blowing his
nose. “I havea small grand-nephew and niece living
here somewhere. My beloved niece, Mrs. Trench,
when she. wrote, forgot to give me the number of the
house where she was lodging.”
~ © Aye you Uncle Tib?” asked Bunch, putting her
hand to her heart to stay its beatings.

“T am, my dear,” he said, looking down into the
girl’s face, from which all colour had fled ; “and you, I
suppose, are little Mother Bunch—the good child who
befriended my dear niece’s little ones. “It ’as been a
grief that I’aven’t been able to come sooner. But ©
T’ve been ill—very ill—and I had nobody to send for
the children. I would ’ave written if I had known the
number of the house. Are these the children? ” stoop-
ing down to the little ones, “They are very young,” as
Bunch just nodded; “ and this child,” pointing with his
stick at Glory, “is the very image of her poor mother

_when she was her age. I am Uncle Tib, your great-
uncle,” he said, speaking to Tibbie, who was standing
in front of him with his small brown hands thrust into
his pockets. “Iam so glad I’ve found you without
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64. Little Bunch’s Charge.

“T don’t know,” said the boy, throwing back his
curly head.

“T live in the beautiful country where you will be
able to gather flowers and ’ear the birds sing,” making
an attempt to be friendly with the child.

“Are you really my Uncle Tib?” asked the little
_ fellow, his great brown eyes looking out distrustfully
through their long black lashes at this strange old
man. :

“T really am, my boy. Are you ready to come
with me to Bleckley? The train leaves at seven
o’clock, so we ’aven’t much time to spare.”

“Tsn’t our little Muvver Bunch doing wiff us?” he
demanded. ‘’Cause if she isn’t we shan’t doe!” he
cried, stoutly. ‘ We couldn’t leave our little muvver,’

“Tam afraid you must, Tibbie, if Uncle Tib says
so,” said Bunch, strangling a sob. “The little ’ung ain’t
safe in London now, sir,” she said, lifting her eyes to
the old gentleman, but not seeing him for tears. “You
had better take ’em. It don’t matter if my ’eart do
break; I am only a little slum gal—nobody’s gal. Tl
go and pick up their few duds. They ain’t a got
much ’cept their bed, plates, cups, and a box.”

“You can keep all that belonged to their mother,”
said the old man, following Bunch and the children ;
“and don’t fret, that’sa good girl. You must come to
Bleckley some day, and see what a beautiful house the
little ’uns have to live in. I wish my limited means
would only allow of my taking you to live with us too.”

Bunch went with Uncle Tib and the little ones to
the station. Her eyes were tearless now, but her face
was as pallid as death.

The children clung to her to the last, sobbing
bitterly, and the old man had some difficulty in loosing
their small clinging hands. But it was accomplished
at last, and they were bundled into a third class
carriage in unnecessary haste, Bunch thought; and
when the train steamed out of the station, the poor
child felt that she had now nothing left to live for,





CHAPTER X.

BUNCH IS TAKEN TO THE HOSPITAL.

Onz afternoon towards the end of August a tall,
ungainly lad stepped out of a barge just below St.
Katherine’s Docks and came up the steps. As he was
passing along the wharfs he noticed a little figure, all
the world like a bundle of rags, half lying on the ©
ground, her head pillowed on a baulk of timber, fast
asleep.

“Why, ’tis little Mother Bunch,” said the lad,
bending over the sleeping child. “ Ain’t she thin,
though ; nothing but a bag of bones! Little pardner,
wake up!” he cried, laying a large red hand on her
shaggy head. “It is me—Spotty Jim. You won't
‘ave cause to be ashamed of me now, Bunch. I ain’t
got a gin-shop inside of me now. I ’ave turned
teetotaler. You. was right to ’ave nothink to do
with a chap that made a beast of hisself. And, little
pardner,” he said, eagerly, as Bunch—for it was she—
opened her eyes and looked at him wearily, “I
knows about Him—the Lord Jesus Christ—who
your little ’uns knelt to so often. He loves us,
Mother Bunch—loves us even more than you loved
those little dears. A mission lady—JSister, we
call her—told me about Him. I do love Him.
Just think of it, Bunch: He died for us. I’ve been
longing to see yer and to tell yer about Him. Yer

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66. Little Bunch’'s Charge.

will like to know that He dont approve of chaps
. getting drunk more than you. But wot’s the matter,
pardner?” as Bunch made no response.

‘Nothink much,” said the girl, her tired eyes
resting a moment on a large ship in the docks.

“You poor little soul!” ejaculated the boy. “ Yer
look more. fit for the hospital than lying ’ere in the
hot sun. ‘ Wotever ails yer? Yer looks as if you
’ave seen trouble.” :

“So I ’ave, Jim; Iain’t cared about nothink since
my little dears went away.”

“Why ain’t yer with em, Bunch?” said the lad,
throwing himself on the ground beside the girl. “I
never thought vou would ’ave given them up to any-
body save Uncle Tib.”

“Neither I did, Jim,’ said bunch, in the same
weary voice. “Uncle Tib came for ’em weeks and
weeks ago. I don’t think he isa wery kind gent to
me,” she went on, not noticing the look of amazement
in the lad’s red eyes. ‘‘ He hardly gave me a minute
to say good-bye; and ”—her voice choking—“ I ’ave
never ’eard aught of my little dears since he tooked
’em off in the train.”

“Tt never once entered my noddle that Uncle Tib
was a showman,’ said Jim, slowly, scratching his
head.

“Neither is he, Jim. He ’as a nice home at
Bleckley, and he is a werry feeble old gent—too old to
go about anywhere, I should think,’ and then she
told the lad all that had happened. from the time he
had left Lamb’s Court in a huff “So yer don’t
wonder I was glad when Uncle Tib did come along;
for I shouldn’t have liked Bill and Beta to ’ave ’ad
my little dears. But I do miss ’em awful, Jim, and I
feels like a widder,” and the girl’s lip trembled.

“Little pardner,” said Jim, slowly and ‘solemnly,
“TJ jist believe that you ’ave been gulled out and out,
and I'll tell yer why I think so.

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Bunch ts Taken to the Hospital. 67

Thames as faras Marlow. As we ’ad to wait there
some time for goods to bring back, I thought I would
like to look round a bit. Well, I found meself in a
place where the caravans take their stand. There
was several shows there—one a big affair. It ’ad
pictures as big as barge sails hung up outside of it.
It was a painting of two little children—a boy and a
gal. A man told me that they were the pictures of
the Little Wonders—the Baby Dancer and her little
brother, the Boy Acrobat. ‘And they are little
wonders,’ he said, ‘and the little dancing gal is as
pretty as a flower.’

“Well, pardner, I thought I should like to see
the little ’uns, ’aving nothing to do. So when the
show was opened, I climbed the steps to the stage,
paid the entrance money—sixpence—and took my
seat. There was a great deal to see before the Little
Wonders made their appearance; a gal without arms,
a man with no flesh on ’is bones, a dwarf, a regular
little hop-me-thumb, and I can’t tell yer wot besides.
Just as 1 was wishing ’twas over, in came a little chap
dressed in flesh-coloured tights, his dark curly hair
kept back with a ring of gold. I can’t tell yer wot
he didn’t do, and the people clapped the place down
when he had finished. Well, he cleared out, and
before a chap could say Jack Robinson, a tiny little
critter glided into the ring, followed by the same boy
dressed in crimson and gold, his curls tumbling about
’is neck like a gal’s. “Lis a wonder to me ’ow he got
into them other clothes all in a minute, but he did.
The little maid was the wonder. You never saw
“anythink like her! Her little frock was like sunlight
over blue water, and the hair of her was just like a
cloud of gold. The boy had a tambourine in his bit
of a hand, and when he began to beat it the little gal
began to dance. And didn’t her tiny feet move
to the jingling! It made me giddy to look at
her. As her little feet moved in and out she looked
up,.and thinks I to myself, ‘I’ave seed those pretty

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68 Little Bunch’s Charge.

blue eyes afore,’ and I was racking my brains to think
where, when she saw me, and her little voice rang out
like a flute over the ’eads of the people: ‘ Look,
bruvver, dere is Jim.’ ”

Bunch gasped, but no words came.

“The Little Wonders was, your little uns, Mother
Bunch—your Tibbie and Glory—as sure as I’m alive
and sitting ’ere,’ continued the lad, looking at the girl,
only half seeing through his half-closed eyes that her
wizened little face was growing whiter and. whiter.

«Ver are right, ’tis Jim,’ ” [shouted back, trying to
force my way into the ring, but before I could get
there a woman with a gipsy face led both of the little
*uns away.

“T went round to the caravans after the perform-
ance was over, thinking, of course, that you were there
with the children. But they wouldn’t tell me nothink
nor let me see the little uns. It never once entered
my noddle that there was anythink fishy about their
being amongst show people. I did think you might
have come out and spoke to a chap, seeing we were
pardners. And you wasn’t with ’em? Well, ’m
jiggered !”

i Then it wasn’t Uncle 'Tib who came aoe my little
dears,” said Bunch, gripping the lad’s arm, her breath
coming and going in gasps.

“J don’t believe it was. But you look awful. You
ain’t going to faint, are yer?”

Bunch did notanswer. Her. head dropped, and Jim
saw to his consternation that his “little pardner” had
swooned.

“This 1s a pretty go,” he cried, in dismay. “ Wot’s
a chap to do with a gal that looks dead as a kite.
There is a chemist’s shop up the street; I had better
take her there.”

The girl was alight weight, and Spotty Jim quickly
took her to the shop.

“This is a case for the hospital,” said the chemist,
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Bunch is Taken to the Hospital. . 69

Bunch to her senses. “The child is very ill—has
received a shock of some sort, I should say. I’ll call

a cab, if you like, and take her to the Hast London

Hospital,” as Jim looked perfectly bewildered.

.“ Urgent cases are admitted there at any hour.”

Bunch was too ill to resist, had she been so inclined,
and again became unconscious before they reached
the hospital.

Jim accompanied the girl to the hospital door, and
left a message to the effect that they must tell little
Bunch not to worry, as he—Spotty Jim—would have
an eye on all travelling caravans along his route, and
would get the little ones out of Bill’s hands, if he
died in doing it.







CHAPTER XI.

A CLERGYMAN FROM BLECKLEY.

Tue doctors had just gone the round of the wards of
the hospital where Bunch had been taken, and one of
them, Dr. Noel, the head physician, tarried behind in
the children’s ward to give special instructions to the
Sister.

“ By the way,” he said, as he was leaving, ‘“ Mother
Bunch, as you call her, is not improving as she ought.
She is wanting in recuperative powers.”

“Nurse Alison thinks the child has some mental
trouble which is retarding her recovery,” the Sister
made answer. ‘‘She is most reserved, and we cannot
get her to speak of herself. We literally know
nothing about her beyond what she told us when she
first became conscious—that her name is ‘ Mother
Bunch,’ and that she is ‘ Nobody’s gal.’ ”

“Tt is a pity she is so reticent,’’ said the great man,
his keen eyes travelling up the long ward. “ I should
be sorry for her to slip through our fingers now we
have pulled her back from the jaws of death. She wants
rousing. Ah, what lovely flowers!” catching sight of
a basket of roses on a table by the door. “ The last
of the year,”

“They have just come, and are Nurse Alison’s,’
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A Clergyman from Bleckley. 71

“ From the’ young parson at Bleckley, V’ll be bound.
I am sadly afraid we shall soon lose Nurse Alison,
who is as pretty as: she“is clever—far too clever to be
tied up to a country parson,” and the doctor chuckled
to himself as he made his way down the stairs leading
to the front entrance of the hospital.

“Dr. Noel is not pleased with Mother Bunch’s
progress,” said the Sister, half an hour later, to a young
dark-eyed nurse who had come to fetch the roses.

_“T thought from his manner he was not,” said the
nurse, gravely. “And yet, what more can we do?
She takes interest in nothing, and but for the
intelligent gleam one sees in those dark eyes of hers,
one would think she was daft. It is grievous to see
the dear child. fade before our eyes like a flower
plucked from the woodlands.”

“She must be-.roused,” the Sister said, slowly.
“Those are Dr. Noel’s orders.”

“T will try her with these roses, Sister,’ returned
the nurse. “ Most children are fond of sweet-smelling
flowers,” and she moved away.

Not many minutes later the white-capped nurse
was standing by the small bed where Bunch lay,
looking almost as waxen as a St. Joseph’s lily; her
little cropped head alone showing dark against the
whiteness of the pillow.

Spotty Jim’s surprising news had indeed given a
shock to the wail’s already weakened system, and for
many days she lay at death’s door. But her mina
was clear enough now, and yet she was not getting
strong. The fact was, she wanted something outside
of herself to give her a hold on life, and that something
—although the doctors were not aware of it—was the
children, of whom she had heard nothing since her
coming to the hospital.

“ve brought you afew roses,” said the nurse,
laying a beautiful spray on her pillow. “Somebody
very dear to me sent them. He has promised to bring
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72 Little Bunch’s Charge.

barely glanced at the sweet blushing buds in their
cloud of green leaves. ‘*I must reserve a bunch for
you. He thinks there are no grapes to be compared
with Bleckley grapes.”

The pale face was animated at last, and the dark,
tired eyes opened wide.

“ My friend is a clergyman, and lives at Bleckley,
which perhaps you may not know is in Berkshire,”
continued the nurse, thankful to see her “ special case,”
as she called Bunch, beginning to show interest at
last. ‘Heis very fond of children, especially of the
Good Shepherd’s suffering little lambs. Shall I bring
him to see you?”

“Tf yer likes,’ Bunch answered. “ P’raps,” she
said, half to herself, “he'll be able to tell me about
Uncle Tib, as he lives at Bleckley.”

“Wave you ever been to Bleckley?” asked the
nurse, in surprise.

“No, maam. But my little dears’ real Uncle Tib
lives there. I ’spect your gentleman knows him.” |

“JT daresay my ‘gentleman’ does, as Bleckley is

- not a large place,” said Nurse Alison, smiling. “ He
. has been living there quite a year now. Will you tell
_ me who Uncle Tib is and about your little dears ?
They are very interesting, I’m sure.”

“T can’t now,’ cried Bunch, panting. “It hurts
meawful to speak about little Tibbie andGlory. Yer
see, they was stolen from me, and it nearly broke my
"eart.”

“You poor darling,” said the sweet-faced nurse,
bending over the bed and kissing the child. “Is it
not a comfort that the Lord Jesus knows all about
our troubles and heartaches, without having to tell Him
when we are too weak to do so?” and she stole away.

Half an hour before the patients’ tea-time the
following day, Bunch, opening her eyes, saw Nurse
Alison and a clergyman standing by her bed.

“This is Mr Hlvey, the gentleman of whom I told
you,” said the nurse, introducing her fiancé, for such

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A Clergyman from Bleckley. Z3

he was. “Iam going to spare him to you for a little
‘while, whilst I go and see what ails Tommie Burt, who
is howling under the bedclothes over there,” and
again pressing her lips on Bunch’s half-glad, half-
frightened little face, she hastened away.

“So you are Mother Bunch,” said the clergyman,
dropping into a chair by the bed. “Nurse Alison
has been telling me about you, and that a friend of
yours lives at Bleckley.”’

“He ain’t a friend of mine ’zactly,” said Bunch,
slowly, drawn towards this kind-voiced, gentle-faced
stranger, and feeling that, somehow, he was a link
between her and those two lovable little creatures for
whose presence she was pining. “ He is my little dears’
uncle. Will yer please tell Uncle Tib that I couldn’t
’elp the other old gent from taking them from me, and
that I tried to be true to my trust?” and her white
lips quivered.

“Twill gladly, if you will tell me his surname,” said
the young clergyman, kindly.

“[ don’t think he ’as any name except Uncle Tib.
Don’t yer know him, mister?” and Bunch, half
fearing from Mr. Elvey’s manner that he did not, was
on the borderland of tears.

“T daresay I do,” he said, soothingly, “for I am
the rector of the parish, and know everybody in it.
So if you will tell me all you can about him, I will give
him your message.”

Bunch was by no means willing to do this, and it
was not without much questioning that he got her to
tell him her little story; but when she was prevailed
on to do so, he was deeply interested and touched;
indeed, some parts of this little tragedy of human life
moved him to tears.

“You'll be able to tell Uncle Tib about Tibbie and
Glory now, won’t yer, mister?” said Bunch, when all
was told.

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am sadly afraid ‘Uncle Tib’ never had any existence,
save in the imagination.”

“Does yer mean that Mrs. Trench made it up, as
Spotty Jim said she did?” cried poor Bunch, quick to
see what Mr. Hlvey meant, and the sob in her weak
little voice touched him to the quick.

“T am afraid it was the outcome of a fevered brain,
my poor little girl,” returned the clergyman, gravely.
“People when they are ill sometimes imagine all
kinds of strange things. No mother in her right
mind who really loved her children would ask a small
child like yourself, friendless and homeless, to take
the entire charge of two tiny children even for a few
days. She would have given theminto the care of
somebody older.”

“But she lay like a dead log till the last day!” broke
in Bunch ; “ and when she woke there was only me in
the room,” and her voice choked with sobs.

“You poor little soul,” said Mr. Elvey, his voice
almost as unsteady as Bunch’s. “ Don’t cry, dear,”
taking hold of her hand. “ We will do allin our power
to get possession of the children. I am a member of
the National Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to
Children, whose business is to rescue children out of
the hands of unscrupulous persons who have no right
to them, and we will not fail to get these people
punished, if they deserve it.”

“Then yer knows where my pritties are?” said
Bunch, hope stealing back into her eyes.

“T do not, my child. But the Lord Jesus—the
Friend of little children, you know—does.”

“That Somebody my Tibbie talked to some-
times?” asked the girl eagerly.

“Yes, Mother Bunch. Our Lord knows every-
thing, and is acquainted with all our ways. Do
you know the loving Saviour, my child?” and the
gentle face looking down on the wasted little form
was very earnest.

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A Clergyman Svom Bleckley. 75

answered Bunch, her eyes meeting his gladly. “ She,”
pointing to Nurse Alison, who was sitting a little apart
from them nursing a sick boy, “told me about Him.
I always listened with my eyes shut like doors, but I
took it allin. I likes Him ever so, ’cause He is good
and kind, and died on the Cross to save little gals and
boys, and I'll like Him heaps more if He will kindly
tell me where my dears are. Does yer know Him,
sir??

“ I do indeed, little Mother Bunch,” said Mr. Elvey,
and the child wondered at the thankful look that
leaped into his kind eyes.

“Well, then, will yer ask Him, please, to be quick
and bring’emto me? Tell Him that my poor little ’eart
will break if He don’t make haste. She said that He
is ever so kind,” she whispered to herself; “and I
don’t think He’ll mind hurrying up a bit for a little
sick gal.”

“ Bunch,” said the clergyman, bending over the
bed, “shall we tell our Lord about libbie and Glory,
and ask Him to do what you want?”

“Ask Him!” cried Bunch, clasping her hands.
“Ts He anywhere about? ”

“He is here, and has been here all the while we have
been talking to each other, dear child, and is more
anxious about the children than even you or I.”
Before Bunch could get over her astonishment, he was
kneeling beside the bed with folded hands and bowed
head, and then, after a silence of a minute, he began to
speak in a low, reverent voice to Him whose presence
is ever nigh and whose help is ever ready.

Bunch folded her hands too, and listened half-awed,
but not one word of the petition escaped her, and
when Mr. Elvey ‘rose from his knees, she whis-
pered,—

“T reckon He—the dear Lord—won’t lose no time
now, and my pritties will be here in a jifly.”

“ He will bring them back to you in His own good
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76 Little Bunch’s Charge.

longer, won’t you? His message to you is, ‘ Rest in
the Lorn, and wait patiently for Him.’ Nurge Alison
. will explain what I mean,” as Bunch showed by her
face that she only dimly understood. “Now I must
say good-bye, as I have to go to St. Katherine’s Docks.
When you are troubled about those dear little children,
don’t forget that the Good Shepherd is with them, and
with you too. Pray this prayer, dear child: ‘O Gop,
save Thy little ones out of the wicked hands of those
who hold them, and help Thy servants to seek them and
save them, for the Lord Jesus’ sake,’ ” and the clergy-
.man left her repeating, with trembling lips and
intense earnestness, the simple petition.









CHAPTER XII.

BUNCH HAS VISITORS.

Tus following day was Sunday, when the friends of
the patients were allowed to visit them. THarly in the
afternoon visitors began to arrive, and Bunch watched
them go to the different beds with mingled feelings,
A big sigh escaped her at the thought that she was the
only child in the ward who had no relatives to brighten -
her bedside. Nurse Alison, who was ever on the
waich to comfort her dear. little patients, was not slow
to notice Bunch’s sad little face, and came at once to
her'side. ~
“Mr. Hlvey went to see an aunt of his—Sister
Margaret, of St. Katherine’s Docks,” said the nurse,
standing beside the bed, ‘and he sent.a message to
you to say that he is almost sure Sister Margaret
knows your friend Spotty Jim. Yes, ‘ my gentleman’
told me about him,” as Bunch looked surprised,
“and of your befriending those dear little orphaned
children, and what a brave little mother he thinks you,
and how true you were to your trust! We are,
I assure you, more than proud of our little Mother
Bunch. It really is quite wonderful that a small girl,
with no home or friends, should have kept two litle
mites somany weeks. I feel sure you starved your-
self for them, and this, no doubt, is the cause of your
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78 Little Bunch’s Charge.

child. The wonder is that you are alive! Sister
Margaret is so interested in you, that she is coming to
see you the first hour she can steal from her poor
people.”

“Yer said the lady knows my pal Jim!” cried
Bunch, lifting herself up on her elbow. “’As she
seen him lately ? ”

“Not for some weeks. She has been sorely troubled
at his absence from the mission-room, fearing from
‘his non-attendance that he has again yielded to his old
temptation—drink. She was so hopeful of him, Bunch,
and he seemed such an honest lad.”

“He és, nurse. P’r’aps he has gone to look for my
little ’uns,” said the girl, nodding her head. “ Why,
nurse,” flinging out her arms, “there he is, and Old
Coffin too,” and Nurse Alison, looking towards the
door, saw an ungainly lad, with a shock of brick-red .
hair, slouching up the ward between the beds, followed
by a tall, melancholy-featured old man in rusty black,
wearing a silk hat, with a deep crape band.

She went to meet them to conduct them to Bunch’s

bedside.
“dim would not come alone,” said Mr. Horne, bow- .
ing low, “and he persuaded me to come with him. I
wanted to see the little gal too,” he added, in his most
melancholy tones, which were really signs that he was
delighted to come on hisownaccount. “I hopeI find
you better, my dear,’ looking down at Bunch, who
was already grasping one of Jim’s big horny hands.

“ Your little friend is really better,” said ‘the nurse,
answering for her patient, “ and is delighted to see you,

«I am sure. Only a few minutes ago she was quite sad
at having nobody to come and see her. Weren’t you,
Mother Bunch? ”

“Mother Bunch”. only smiled. She was full of
wonder at Mr. Horne’s condescension at paying her
a visit. “‘P’r’aps,” thought she, “that as I am so very
bad, he wants to measure me before’and,”’ and she.
eyed him very suspiciously.



















































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Bunch has Visitors. 81

Spotty Jim was in the meantime taking stock of his
“little pardner.” He was very shy of her, and held
her hand as if he were afraid it would break. She was
not quite the same Bunch, somehow. Her spotless
surroundings, the bright red bed-jacket she wore, her
pale face, which her iliness had spiritualized, seemed
to lift her far above him. He was both shy and
awkward, and it was some time before he could speak
at all.

“Little pardner,” he blurted out at last, “I guess
you’ve been a-waiting to ’ear about the little ’uns.
No, I ain’t got much to cheer yer, as Bunch gazed up
_ at him with all the soul in her eyes. “TI ain’t cotched
sight of ’em since yer was brought to this swell place ;
but I’ve met a person wot’as. She knows yer! She
is the Panch-and-Judy show woman ; I met her on the
tow-path above Richmond. Yer see, I was that anxious
about them little critters that I axed every tramp I came
across if they could tell me where the Little Wonders
—the Baby Dancer and the Boy Acrobat—was to be
exhibited. The Punch-and-Judy woman was the only
one who took an interest in my question. Seeing
she was a kind soul, I told her why I wanted to know.
She was all in a minute eager to tell all she knowed,
and said ’ow thankful she shall be when the pretty
little things was got out of the ’ands of the brutes who
‘as got’em. She said they was too valuable to their
owners to be badly treated as yet. The company they
are with is coming to Kempton Park Races next week.
They are already advertised there, she told me. I tell
you this, little mate, to comfort yer a bit, and to tide
yer over yer illness. You ’ave no need to fret about
the little ’uns one bit, dear,” as a big tear escaped from
Bunch’s eyes and rolled down her cheeks. “I’m going
from here to the docks to see Sister, who ’as—
as I told yer—a snug little mission-room where
poor chaps like me can go at any time and have a chat
with her. She is a stunner, I can tell yer, and ’Il be
sure to give a ’elping ’and in the rescue of the little

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82 Little Bunch's Charge.

dears. Mr. Horne ’as offered his ’elp too, Bunch, and
to take ’em in and do for ’em until yer are on yer legs
again.”

“ How kind of him,” murmured the child, lifting her
eyes, Swimming in tears, to the undertaker’s face. “I
thought he ’adn’t any ’eart.”

“He ’as though, though you wouldn’t never think
it to look at ’im. Old Coffin ain’t ’alf bad. ’Tis only
’is rusty, grasping old ways. He'll be different now,
Bunch; for he ’as got a sweet’eart who was a pal of
‘is years ago. He met her at a funeral, and now he
is going to his own wedding! Bless you, Bunch, he
ain’t like the same man, and he goes to church every
Sunday regular. He is anxious to serve the God of
his youth—them is is own words. He ’as been
?ankering after Him ever since you told ’im in the
street that God was befriending you and the little.
‘uns. He is sorry he was so nasty to you, little
pardner, and is wanting to make amends.”

Old Coffin said very little indeed to anybody, and as
Nurse Alison had the utmost difficulty in entertaining
him, she was glad for her own and Bunch’s sake
to cut the visit short, for the little invalid was not
strong to bear much excitement as yet.

“Tf you are in want of a home when you leave the
hospital, you must come to me, Mother Bunch,” Mr.
Horne mumbled, as he was leaving. ‘“ My Mary says
she would like you to live with us. P’r’aps Jim has
explained,” as Bunch was too amazed to speak.
“You shall never want for a good square meal again,
my gal, nor a warm bed. I wasn’t good to you,
Bunch, and I am sorry—very.”

Nurse Alison accompanied them to the door, and
asked Jim to wait in the hall while she wrote a line to
“ Sister ” at the docks, telling her to take no active
steps in the matter about which the bearer of the
note was come to seek her help until Mr. Elvey had
been communicated with,





CHAPTER XIII.

THE MISSING RELATIVE FOUND.

Buncw was none the worse for having seen Jim and
Mr. Horne; in fact, she was quite cheerful after they

“left, and the following day she was so much better that
Dr. Noel was delighted, and said she was on the high
road to recovery.

In the evening Nurse Alison received a letter, the
contents of which made her heart glad on Bunch’s
account. It was from her fiancé to tell her that
“Uncle Tib” was no creation of a fevered brain, after
all; that, to his own amazement, he had discovered
him at Bleckley Hall, and he was no other than Sir
Tibster Bleckley, a great friend of his father’s, who
had just returned from the Continent, where he had
been travelling for the last nine months.

“T did not know of Sir Tibster’s return until
yesterday at noon,” the letter continued ; “and, as you
may suppose, I lost no time in going to the Hall to
welcome him back. I found him with a letter before
him overwhelmed with grief at his niece’s destitute
condition and illness. He had only then opened her
letter, and in his distress had not noticed that it was
dated weeks back. Poor old gentleman! my heart
bled for him when he found that his niece was beyond
his power of help. Fortunately for his mental

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a Little Bunch's Charge.

equilibrium, I was able to enlighten him as to the
history of his grand-niece and nephew, and told him
he need not despair about the little ones being found,
as they had not been lost sight of very long, and
that I believe we could soon get on their track.
You can imagine with what absorbing interest he
listened to my story about that interesting little
patient of yours—Mother Bunch. The dying mother’s
letter was the most touching appeal I ever read, and

would, I am sure, melt the stoniest heart. She .

mentioned Bunch, and said what a dear child she was,
and how kind the girl had been to her and her little
son Tibster, and her baby girl. His heart is full of
gratitude to the child, and he is anxious to see her
‘and to thank her for her goodness to his niece and
little ones. So you may expect Sir Tibster and your
humble servant by an early train to-morrow; that is, if
the poor old gentleman is well enough to travel after
this great shock. Kindly prepare Mother Bunch for
a visit from the bond fide Uncle Tib.

“Woman-like, I daresay you are anxious to know
how a niece of an English baronet should have ended
her days in an East-end slum. I confess to have
been very curious on the matter myself. It is the
old story—marrying in haste and repenting at
leisure. From what I was able to gather from Sir
Tibster’s somewhat incoherent. statement, his niece,
Glorina, who was the orphaned child of a dead and
only brother, fell in love with the son of a country
solicitor before she was barely out of her teens, and
married him against her uncle’s wish. He would
have nothing more to do with her, in spite of several
touching appeals for forgiveness. That was years
ago, I believe, and Sir Tibster has been secretly long-
ing for a reconciliation for some time, but he did not
know of her whereabouts, and unfortunately for all
concerned, before he went abroad he gave orders not
to have his letters forwarded, as his movements were
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The Missing Relative Found, 85

the death of her husband, who was a ne’er-do-well.
I remember hearing about this niece from my father ;
but as her name was seldom mentioned, I had almost
forgotten her.

“JT am sure you will not fail to pray for poor Sir
Tibster Bleckley in his trouble—itis a real trouble to
him that bis niece died without knowing of his for-
giveness—and ask, if it be God’s will, that we may
speedily recover those interesting little children.”

There was a postscript to the epistle, which read as
follows :—“ Since writing the above, I have received
a telegram from my aunt at St. Katherine’s Docks ©
which has upset our plans. Weare thankful at the
news if contains, and shall not take any steps in the
search for the little ones until the Kempton Park
Races, when we hope to come down on them coup de
main. Sir Tibster thinks it will be better to post-—
pone his visit to Bunch, until Tibbie and little Glory
are safe in our hands. You can tell the child as
much of our intended doings as you think advisable.
_ Give her my love, and tell her that, please God, she
will soon see her ‘little dears’ again.’













CHAPTER XIV.

MOTHER BUNCH REGAINS HER CHILDREN.

Ir was a bright October morning, and the London
sky was clear and blue, for a wonder. The weather
was cold, but there was a crispness in the air which
was very exhilarating.

The children’s ward of the Hast London Hospital
was also bright and gay with chrysanthemums and
hothouse flowers which had been sent to Mother
Bunch and the other little sufferers from Uncle
Tib’s glass-houses, and Bunch was very proud of
the fact.

The girl was inde pellonsly better, and the doctors
declared that the petting she was ever receiving from
Sister and the nurses was very detrimental to her
future maternal duties; it was quite time she was
sent about her business. Bunch enjoyed those little
jokes, and laughed heartily.

She was sitting out of bed in a comfortable
arm-chair; and, dressed in a spotless pinafore and a-
warn, bright jacket, looked quite “ my lady,” as one
of the probationers told her,

But Bunch was too excited to think of her appear-
ance ; the child was expecting visitors, and every now
and again the Sister and nurses glanced expeotantly
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Mother Bunch Regains Her Children. — 87

“ Nurse, does yer think they will come this morn-
ing?” asked Bunch, for the twentieth time within
ten minutes.

“They” were no other than Uncle Tib, Mr. Elvey,
and the two children, who had been rescued with the
_ help of two detectives from Scotland Yard.

Spotty Jim had accompanied the little party, so as
to make sure they did not carry off the wrong
children. They reached Kempton late in the after-
noon, and entered the caravan just as the little ones
were being dressed for the evening performance.

Tibbie had evidently been crying bitterly about
something, and when he caught sight of Jim’s kind,
face, he fled to him and begged him to hide bim from
Bill’s stick.

Beta, who came to the door of the caravan a few
minutes later, knew in a moment why the clergyman
and the aristocratic-looking old gentleman and the
others were visiting the caravan, and retreated in
haste, bub a detective followed her and quietly
arrested her on the charge of stealing the children.
In her quiet, ladylike way, she denied the charge, and
boldly declared that they would rue the day they took
her up on so false an accusation, as she would bring
witnesses to swear the children were her own flesh
and. blood.

Bill, seeing a small crowd gathered round his
caravan, came blustering up to see what was the
matter. Beta gave him a hint that the game was up,
and he tried to escape, but it-was useless; and he
and the whole company were taken in charge, greatly
to their astonishment and consternation.

We may say here (for it would make our story too
long to go into details) that, with the exception of
Bill and Beta, they were quickly discharged, as
nothing could be proved against them. It was
otherwise with Bill and the woman, and as the charge
of stealing the children was proved against them,
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Ga Eg, Little Bunch’s Charge.

ment, to the satisfaction of everybody except Spotty
Jim, who thought “hanging was too good for such as
they. »” ‘Tibbie told a piteous story of cruelty. Bill had
beaten him many times because he was unable to
perform his part to the man’s satisfaction. “ And God
saw all the time,’ said-the boy, shaking his dusky
curls, ‘‘and He didn’t let Bill kill us, did He, uncle ? ”
lifting his solemn eyes to the old ‘gentleman’s s face.
“ You won’t let Bill beat me again, will you, Uncle Tib?
You are our Uncle Tib, ar’n’t you?”
“Tam, dear boy, and a very unworthy Uncle Tib,”

said the baronet, folding his arms about the engaging
little fellow. “And nobody shall ever beat you
again, if I can help it.”

. When Tibbie was tubbed that night and the effects
of Bill’s stick seen on his tender little body, Sir
Tibster was indeed angry, and it would have relieved
his feelings to have thrashed the scoundrel in a
similar way. Glory had been less cruelly used, but
she was a frightened, cowed little thing, and it was
several days betore she would make friends with any-
body except Spotty Jim, to whom she clung like a
leech.

As it was thought advisable not to let the children
see Bunch until she was really well enough to be
removed from the hospital, they were taken to their
uncle’s beautiful home on the banks of the Thames,
about a mile or so from Bleckley, where the old
baronet would hardly suffer them out of hissight. He
was already devoted to them, and happy in tracing a
likeness to his niece in the lovely face of the little |
Glorina, which was the child’s full name. The boy
was a small copy of Sir Tibster, and the aged house-
keeper, who had grown grey in the service of the
Bleckley family, declared that the little lad was the
living image of his uncle when he was hisage. ‘“ And
a very good thing too,” said she, “for Master Tibbie
is Sir Tibster’s heir.”

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Mother Bunch Regains Her Children. 89

' they would come and see her as: soon as they were
presentable and she well enough to bear the meeting.

The doctor’s permission havmg at last been obtained,
Uncle Tib and his grand-nephew and niece quickly
travelled to town to see her and to take her back with
them to Bleckley. S

The news of their coming was not-revealed to
Bunch till within half an hour of their arrival, and she
was, aS we have seen, in a great state of excitement,

‘Ave you quite sure they will be here to-day?”
asked Bunch once again. -

“ Quite sure, dear,’ Nurse Alison answered. “Try
to be patient a little longer. It can’t be long now
before they are here.”

“T will try,” said Bunch, sighing. “1 ought to be ~
patient, for the dear Lord has been so good to me,
and given me what I asked. Oh, nursie, I do love
Him. I shall always ’ave Him to be my friend, even
if I can’t ’ave my little dears to live with me like
they used. I suppose Uncle Tib won’t let me do for
’em again, ’cos yer say he is rich, and a wery big swell.
But he’ll let me see’em sometimes, I know. Spotty
Jim says he is a brick, and the nicest: old cove he
knows, ’cept your gentleman; and— Hark! nurse.
What is that?”

“Only a wheelbarrow, you excitable child!” said

Nurse Alison, laughing.
“No, it ain’t. "Tis my little ’uns,” and as Bunch
spoke, footsteps were heard, and a fresh young voice
said,—

“Does our Mtvver Bunch live here, Uncle Tib?
I fought she lived in a dark room at Lamb’s Court.”

Then the door of the ward opened, and Mr. Elvey

entered, followed by Sir Tibster leading Tibbie and
Glory. :

Bunch saw them making their way up the ward,

-and Tibbie looking curiously around him, and giving
friendly nods to the suffering little children lying so
patiently in their small beds. On they came, and no

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one seemed. to notice the little figure sitting so still
in the big chair, afraid to move an eyelash lest they
should vanish like faces in a dream.

Tibbie had not discovered the girl amongst the
many children in the ward, and lifting his. dark,
handsome face to Sir Tibster, he said, in his clear,
ringing tones,— “:

«T don’t fink our little Muvver Bunch is here, Uncle
Tip.”

That was more than the child could stand, and a cry
broke from her lips, which rang through the large
“ward ,— :

», “Here I am, my pritties; here is Mother Bunch!”
_ The boy recognized the voice, darted forward,
and in another moment was encircling her neck with
his loving little arms.

She was too glad for words, and yet her grateful
little heart had to give expression to its feeling some-
how, and, like Joseph at the sight of his brethren,
she lifted up her voice and wept.

“Please don’t cry,” said Tibbie, wiping her eyes
with a corner of his reefer jacket. “‘’Tis me—Tibbie
—and here is Glory,” glancing over his shoulder at his
small sister, whose lovely little face was looking
shyly out of a big, dark blue granny bonnet. i

“Yes, here me is,” she said, in the sweetest of
little voices, ‘and here is Uncle Tib.”

“The real bond fide ‘Uncle Tib,” put in Mr.
Elvey’s kind voice.

“Yes, dear child,” said the stately old baronet,
“and Iam come to thank you for your great good-
ness to my niece, Mrs. Trench, and for being so true
to her little children committed to your charge ;
but for you, I am afraid to think what would have
become of them.”

“T ain’t done nothink, mister,’ said Bunch, her
face getting as bright as her jacket. ‘“ Heaps of gals
smaller than me looks after little ’uns, and don’t let
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“That was not your fault, and you were true to your
trust, for all that. How were you to know that that
‘old gent,’ who I haven’t a doubt was Bill got up to
represent me, was not the real Uncle Tib? You may
be quite sure I am the right one now, little Mother
Bunch,” and he stooped and kissed her.

“TI knows yer are, mister, or yer would not ’ave
brought the little ‘uns to see me.”

“ God has been very good to us all, hasn't He?” said
Mr. Elvey, bending down to Bunch, “and even
better than His promises. Iam sure we can all say
from our heart, ‘O give thanks unto the Lord, for °
He is good ; for His mercy endureth for ever !’”

“ For ever,” echoed Sir Tibster, fervently. ee,

“T am going to fank God for taking me and Glory
away from Bill and Beta every night, until I am a
great, big, old man, like Uncle Tib,” cried Tibbie.

“That is right, dear boy,” said the clergyman.

“ Sir Tibster Bleckley is anxious to take you back
with him to Bleckley,” said Nurse Alison, coming
to Bunch’s chair ; “and as the doctors think you can’t
do without a nurse for another week at least, they have
desired me to accompany you.”

“That’s just lovely!” cried Bunch, her soft dark
eyes shining with gladness. “Don’t you think so,
too?” turning to the old baronet. :

“YT do indeed, Mother Bunch!’ he responded,
“and I am pleased that you fall in so readily with the
kind doctors’ arrangements. It is most thoughtful
of them, I am sure! Well, Bunch, whilst the nurses
are getting you ready to accompany us to Bleckley,
the children and I will go and chat with the dear little
invalids down here, who, I have noticed, have been
watching us with big, wondering eyes,’ and Sir
Tibster and Tibbie and Glory trotted off down the
ward.





CHAPTER XV.

‘ex HAPPY CHANGES.

“Ir was well on in the afternoon when Sir Tibster
Bleckley’s carriage stopped at the door of Bleckley
Hall. It was a very weary little Mother Bunch that
was lifted out and carried up the great stairway to
a room specially prepared for her, adjoining the
children’s nursery and overlooking the flower garden
which sloped down to the brink of the “ silver-stream-
ing Thames.” It was well that Nurse Alison came to
Bleckley with her. She bore her short journey badly,
and was even too faint and ill to hear the little ones shout,
““Welcome home, dear Muvver Bunch!” She had a
restless night, and greatly alarmed Nurse Alison; but
she was better the next day. Her heart was very full
as she lay listening to the merry prattle of her “ little
dears,” who often came to the door to assure her of
their presence, and to tell her to get better quickly.
Bunch never forgot her first peep from the window.
Tt was late in the autumn, and the gardens were yet
gay with flowers, and as for the woods, burning with
autumn’s fiery touches, they were beautiful indeed.
It was her first experience of the country ; and the
sight of the flaming woods, the gleaming of the Thames
between the trees, the great tent of blue over all, and
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Flappy Changes. : 93

Everything was so still, and so utterly different from
the Hast-end slums; even the black sparrows, as she
called the golden-beaked birds, were larger and fatter
than any she had ever seen before. Happily for her, |
a well-known figure came up from the river to the
lawn. It was Spotty Jim, who, she afterwards learned,
had been taken into Sir Tibster’s service. His work
now was to look after the boats and the pretty boat-
house in the bend of the river behind a clump of trees.
A glimpse of Jim’s plain face wasa comfort to her; at
least, she was no longer afraid of the beautiful country
—strange to her, as it was beautiful. The children

were not quite the same, or rather their dress was not; *

and that one homely figure was very dear to her just. .
then. “ .
She soon found that Jim did not live in the house, = .
and she wondered if he slept out of doors like she used
to, but nobody satisfied her curiosity. When she got
well and Nurse Alison returned to town to prepare
for her wedding, the children took her down to the
lodge gates, where outside the quaint lodge they saw
Mr. Joseph Horne.
Bunch was amazed to see him there, and she gasped
‘out, “ Why, ’tis Old Coffin.”

“Yes,” piped Tibbie, “and he has got a Mary, and
they live at the lodge. I dolike Mary. She makes
such nice gingerbreads, and Uncle Tb lets her give
us some.”

“T don’t think I can be called Old Coffin any longer,”
said Mr. Horne, holding out his hand to Bunch, “as I
have given up the undertaking. My Mary didn’t
like that business, and as little master’s uncle,” looking
at Tibbie, “ wanted a lodge-keeper, Spotty Jim spoke
up for me, and I got it. I came here to live a week
ago. I didn’t deserve such a good berth,” he said,
in a quick, hurried voice, “for I was a grasping
old man, really glad when folks died that I might put
afew shillings more into the savings bank. I have
repented and do repent of my greed, and the money



94 Little Bunch's Charge.

T thus saved my Mary has given to hospitals, where
everything is done to prolong life, which is. only right
and proper. Yes, Miss Bunch, I’ve done with under-
takings and furnishings for ever. Perhaps but for
you and little master and miss here, I should have
been the greedy, grasping old wretch of an under-
taker unto the end of my life. You spoke to me of
Christ, when you hardly knew Him yourself. I knew
Him, and, I believe, loved Him once upon a time.
Your mentioning Him in the street brought Him back
to my mind, and made me think of my dear old
Christian father. Then my Mary came along—God
sent her, she says—and then— Well, I need only say
that I am trying to serve Him again.”

Bunch’s eyes were round with wonder, and she
almost stared Mr. Horne out of countenance.

“ There is Mr. Horne’s Mary,” cried Tibbie, pointing
to the door of the lodge, where stood a little dumpling
of a woman.

She was several years younger than her solemn-
featured husband, and merry as he was grave.

«This is the little girl you have heard so much
about,” said the old man, introducing Bunch.

“My dear, I am so glad to make your acquaint-
ance,” Mrs. Horne said, holding out her plump ©
. little hand. ‘‘ Master Tibbie and Miss Glorina, bless
her! often talked about their little Mother Bunch;
and as for Jim, he thinks there is nobody in all the
world like his pardner.”

“Jim lodges with us,” Mr. Horne struck in.
‘‘That was the reason Sir Tibster was so willing to
give me the situation of lodge-keeper, that Jim might
live with some one who knew him and his ways. He
thinks no small bones of Jim, I can tell you!”

«Tis a pretty house,” said Bunch, looking at the
ivy-draped walls of the lodge and the quaint little
windows gleaming out of the ivy.

“Tt is indeed, and I shall be glad to give you a
home in it, my dear, if you will come and live with us,”



Happy Changes. 95

“Uncle Tib says I am to live with Nurse Alison
when she is-married to Mr. Elvey,” returned Bunch,
quickly. - “Thank yer all the same. Yer see,” as
Mr. Horne looked down over his long nose, “TI
belongs to him now—he says so—and I’ve got to do
what he wants. Nurse Alison is a dear young lady,
and she is going to teach me everythink that a gal
like me ought to know—everythink that willbe useful
to me when I gets a woman, she told me—and I am
to see my little dears every day.”

“We are going to have a wedding at the Hall soon,”
said Tibbie, confidentially, to Mrs. Horne, “and Glory,”
glancing round at his litile sister, “is to be a brides-
maid. Jam going to be a bridegr oom, or something
like it, and hold up Miss Alison’s long train. Jim
says his Sister at the docks is coming to the wedding,
only she isn’t to be married; itis Miss Alison and
Mr. Elvey—the rector, you ean are to be
that.”

“Who is taking my name in vain?” called out a
voice at the gate, and the children, turning round, saw
Mr. Elvey’s kind face smiling at them.

“We were only talking about your wedding, sir,

cried Tibbie, rushing to the gate.

* Only,” laughed the rector, coming into the
grounds.

“Yes, and I do wish they could hurry it on—don’t

ou ? a

“T do indeed, my boy. I am quite sure that
Mother Bunch will be glad to see her dear Nurse
Alison again.”

“TI shall,” returned Bunch, with a bright, happy
smile.

“We can’t do wiffout one another, can we?” trilled
in Glory’s sweet little treble.

“We can’t, you darling,” answered the rector,
lifting the small child in his arms and kissing her.

“That is what Uncle Tib said,” cried Tibbie.
“Arn’t you glad we are all together, little muvver ?”



90.5 Little Bunch’s Charge.

he asked, raising those lovely dark eyes of his to
Bunch’s still pale, thin face.

“T thank the dear Lord every day for letting us
be together again,” was the softanswer. ‘ I’m a wery,
wery happy Mother Bunch,” and her eyes travelled
from one to another and rested on the plain face of
Spotty Jim, who, with Uncle Tib, had come down to
the lodge on their way to the river.







THE END.





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560d592041b5f158ab10e32b69c94e210db5cb0b
'2011-09-19T21:24:38-04:00'
describe
'1116' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWAC' 'sip-files00008thm.jpg'
375098d11a6dac202b9c418eef2fbec6
44c71058ec85b8bbd6922b3ae3b4e0cd5f57617c
'2011-09-19T21:25:44-04:00'
describe
'347366' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWAD' 'sip-files00009.jp2'
b330289e05d21b1551fc031a09eb6094
6fa77d330dc9ae2569977c9085e31dbc0b40a2f4
'2011-09-19T21:23:55-04:00'
describe
'63929' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWAE' 'sip-files00009.jpg'
4dccbafeee969dadf4bc3d947233c318
47f15552c62c7ca990f4311750476a2562c0c6a4
'2011-09-19T21:25:49-04:00'
describe
'9039' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWAF' 'sip-files00009.pro'
648fb50f2b6cef73c90712d9ac79e63f
3c903f6b65c98efe7df9d5d1c00f59d5723712b1
'2011-09-19T21:24:29-04:00'
describe
'19022' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWAG' 'sip-files00009.QC.jpg'
3f366036638ee73188339f5200d52c2c
631c8ebdcf9bef37a01dd0f189b133183fde587f
'2011-09-19T21:24:17-04:00'
describe
'2786864' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWAH' 'sip-files00009.tif'
2b6dc93dd0e004a8cee4f0d00312d423
3384ca0a27c5e55cfeaa26b961448d6fe5b83352
describe
'614' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWAI' 'sip-files00009.txt'
5db31d1444164e999b0c86a141c30be5
79e5acb95ad16f81a2d2507aa2873a3c33e5983c
'2011-09-19T21:26:37-04:00'
describe
'5555' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWAJ' 'sip-files00009thm.jpg'
225685fbc5278f5709aa2da88fafb9b3
04a7d72eca4a1529e0fb4c818b1b4df7aee237ff
'2011-09-19T21:25:19-04:00'
describe
'360923' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWAK' 'sip-files00010.jp2'
6a4f1957851a027287ce420af6a602cc
5538ad9d54ac92237bd21d837ea014787aba4c4f
describe
'54222' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWAL' 'sip-files00010.jpg'
66ce08543f91127460562dad018969fb
9f26589f70a0e7a47f01c4695edf8276ab564e0d
'2011-09-19T21:26:43-04:00'
describe
'10417' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWAM' 'sip-files00010.pro'
bd6b3a90757b715cce96a797c23b3b50
9083927039aa2122db6dd45a3ffd5f195a7472fd
'2011-09-19T21:23:56-04:00'
describe
'16736' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWAN' 'sip-files00010.QC.jpg'
8b1204d28e63f1f71950589d627f02eb
a64dd289835ee5f3b68e6829f0a066b24931bf5b
'2011-09-19T21:25:08-04:00'
describe
'2896624' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWAO' 'sip-files00010.tif'
8d49910332d44f632fe54b474e9b9ad9
ea037213f02303b055a69ffc01aff2328dae9c56
describe
'627' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWAP' 'sip-files00010.txt'
b91c6d9ace1e2839e19d75d374566233
675d468b9115fe37745e94ed82d98bffb43f7dd2
'2011-09-19T21:25:47-04:00'
describe
'5100' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWAQ' 'sip-files00010thm.jpg'
ab1b89644f1fb989fa96db2d6076da60
f863d24c018623a04c6360b52f57146b763f88cf
'2011-09-19T21:25:41-04:00'
describe
'329662' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWAR' 'sip-files00011.jp2'
397c4e2140d73c89cffed455923b2083
fba4fd5dcd05fb6d3e06ac4847a629a7d728f472
'2011-09-19T21:24:23-04:00'
describe
'136108' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWAS' 'sip-files00011.jpg'
18e10faff0d3edfbd2eee6e7baff26c8
9fdc93346b831e9e8318dafb3c0eb52893303a13
describe
'27697' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWAT' 'sip-files00011.pro'
b9113fa01c5406da4154227557467477
7d75bcb86fa310236a9d6a1c9607d3a82345cd90
'2011-09-19T21:24:30-04:00'
describe
'38190' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWAU' 'sip-files00011.QC.jpg'
7a69b2f4dd7abe4e21016ec3731c4e52
09f7c413d08e61368a5da9789df11e63eef697bc
'2011-09-19T21:24:24-04:00'
describe
'2646520' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWAV' 'sip-files00011.tif'
115b1aa8f6c5075e213f459f03354466
e53cc05e54abefa53670aa93150fe8da92444bca
'2011-09-19T21:26:26-04:00'
describe
'1195' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWAW' 'sip-files00011.txt'
88fc0d0e64457ebc27df50b29ea6046e
358ef2f46243d717f0ca4b747660489382f0ec79
'2011-09-19T21:23:53-04:00'
describe
'10320' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWAX' 'sip-files00011thm.jpg'
cbf031b584a3baa387c87bcd69ed5a28
876b1415b392b72df54bc391f5eb173510b15708
'2011-09-19T21:25:00-04:00'
describe
'329818' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWAY' 'sip-files00012.jp2'
5d98e8b9713025f854418ebc5c637a19
e22dffbbc0f88a81cd8dc557fa22307a73b0660d
describe
'148311' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWAZ' 'sip-files00012.jpg'
ab151ffd79d2bf239eb52e46c5e3f07e
f3af873439d76fc1dda29dea745cbf8423eb0cd9
describe
'45212' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWBA' 'sip-files00012.pro'
46e4e5960700583e290dda12e71e4b57
6d0e5245f9bd4a5c00ef8bd85e8d5905127f2bb5
describe
'43771' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWBB' 'sip-files00012.QC.jpg'
c1e7d8ac78a5be4d6161720a3e6ca4af
38af85069891f22e3ed8838b5f30ab8e1d03ab84
describe
'2648104' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWBC' 'sip-files00012.tif'
ba0ad04e0445447d3cfb0dec978d3fec
6bc30d90286682058fb54b338a6d514da1f1f253
describe
'1815' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWBD' 'sip-files00012.txt'
1dd243ca1c2bf435e3ba32c07b8b5e0a
4e551d6e7b36b9af40b8d1d55ee84bdf343a8469
'2011-09-19T21:24:28-04:00'
describe
'11946' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWBE' 'sip-files00012thm.jpg'
c34de34a649e0fa9ab9f004747ba9504
97cedc36ce5873a988091c8de5c08c86380c5ae9
'2011-09-19T21:26:16-04:00'
describe
'329631' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWBF' 'sip-files00013.jp2'
30899b29fbbd489c394048bb800c0b12
0fcec1cfb80d96b01dc5c2e0e2de5e5233f2f27e
describe
'166740' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWBG' 'sip-files00013.jpg'
ed975c4625305568dd13b05abc07f8ea
dde892f774debb388ee0d64057c2acc4360579e1
describe
'51579' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWBH' 'sip-files00013.pro'
e081f2de2e16cf60d09642f8d42495af
881c89867294d95492b7af0a5bd033cc967ad24e
'2011-09-19T21:24:36-04:00'
describe
'49880' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWBI' 'sip-files00013.QC.jpg'
a700f733d749a8f84b74a2e482f1c3f0
c1e7723047c0966f80d5f85e0905bc01da9bf1dd
'2011-09-19T21:24:31-04:00'
describe
'2646932' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWBJ' 'sip-files00013.tif'
82bc59792ef598f543c88921d099dcec
08f061992ea0faeebf6a584615b07ed14d842d3a
'2011-09-19T21:26:07-04:00'
describe
'2072' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWBK' 'sip-files00013.txt'
752394b785012c17521ab28a3e604d21
2157799eeaa4cf059029fbc6fa0e98a9e5168492
'2011-09-19T21:26:38-04:00'
describe
'12845' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWBL' 'sip-files00013thm.jpg'
6a5d79c2df6910b79d12722d20d8f5dd
187c0e750c1b3747224fa5fc42e2d8bd3e631295
'2011-09-19T21:24:04-04:00'
describe
'329678' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWBM' 'sip-files00014.jp2'
c51cb80bc7eaba36fdc9b385e74858d0
35427686a6ee468f1b1b27fa1418e0fb98d3a6ed
'2011-09-19T21:24:59-04:00'
describe
'155437' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWBN' 'sip-files00014.jpg'
7a7cea0c94f5e29158a2363ab0fc93c0
d6d4154bd765cf2eca9aaedd6a32fc824ad722f2
'2011-09-19T21:24:42-04:00'
describe
'47606' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWBO' 'sip-files00014.pro'
ebc45ef4678e3f4ffed82c71061565b1
569c099f7a3d47f9191cf2983b99849ba23afbae
'2011-09-19T21:25:48-04:00'
describe
'47113' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWBP' 'sip-files00014.QC.jpg'
8fd6423b83159f7dce731b56b36e5d66
6499fd7605756987edf649e764bb75189fb8188e
describe
'2646824' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWBQ' 'sip-files00014.tif'
eb90672b51fd3de49a6775000bc5d69f
ea88202c0a6c1f26e36b2d734d39a0cfd29dc4bb
'2011-09-19T21:24:44-04:00'
describe
'1907' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWBR' 'sip-files00014.txt'
255a5115625eb027ca662ebeab02dcf1
0edc9a96bca29c9a337abd9d10bc57cf7e4bb7b9
'2011-09-19T21:25:59-04:00'
describe
'12250' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWBS' 'sip-files00014thm.jpg'
dbdd4c546362010cf2fd9364179e1230
36e775fa2b927914392ef9306b4bf5e03848150f
describe
'329675' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWBT' 'sip-files00015.jp2'
bdb16cb3958b2413e707c69cf89bfc95
d39700cd92d07bdb73f46820126f09c0be9b2f4d
'2011-09-19T21:24:10-04:00'
describe
'113114' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWBU' 'sip-files00015.jpg'
fbb98c2d9b4f17e7c932420f251a6c98
2dd32b3075efcab640d87c7dda53066bc446a024
'2011-09-19T21:26:40-04:00'
describe
'32133' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWBV' 'sip-files00015.pro'
f7e645ca3000fd77fa180dabba0a3976
33515d997084c1867c407f8d81a9b7609bb4e3d3
describe
'33999' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWBW' 'sip-files00015.QC.jpg'
799b6a8f489af439e4da44f9acb4efa8
eedfa92d341865e1184e235477575278dbc5f551
'2011-09-19T21:26:10-04:00'
describe
'2646020' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWBX' 'sip-files00015.tif'
49a08efa5dab5b95fc5b20830cce872a
66c5711e0e688ced2a78d9c3191779977b8e1c27
'2011-09-19T21:23:51-04:00'
describe
'1374' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWBY' 'sip-files00015.txt'
91e846d58fb412cd447c0cfcb588d52d
3e88d63d1adfa88a637bc48305bfa48ece6e3947
describe
'9089' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWBZ' 'sip-files00015thm.jpg'
a3782de909f2e630a409a7e8965017ae
67e44bcdb0875413c06464f8ff5b437e40eea503
describe
'357054' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWCA' 'sip-files00016.jp2'
dc9eeb135de852f48f7116cb2696255a
770a1b67f76df01cfc825418d3f15db283089fa4
'2011-09-19T21:23:50-04:00'
describe
'138843' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWCB' 'sip-files00016.jpg'
5e466643b38c5e296c14b5bfcdd4fb20
f524f40c7fda400378a5b10d713e528ceb728572
'2011-09-19T21:24:57-04:00'
describe
'34261' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWCC' 'sip-files00016.pro'
dbc59a611332290de7b90e458c3e3ad6
c7351d139318f6525d018bd705e7020056d1c870
'2011-09-19T21:25:58-04:00'
describe
'40111' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWCD' 'sip-files00016.QC.jpg'
22e9292d81e885497522964650a7f3fe
57a23dbffef913c6374e92f681c3ec86a83c18c1
'2011-09-19T21:23:59-04:00'
describe
'2866368' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWCE' 'sip-files00016.tif'
6e386f950d45f96ae505d57bc9786b54
7761d8eaa3c074f80dee3a85352499b605f11570
'2011-09-19T21:25:36-04:00'
describe
'1400' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWCF' 'sip-files00016.txt'
daa991147067782c4beb3a522c850a3b
b74c0eb71f8783da8f72afe809d9b4eafa927cdd
'2011-09-19T21:24:19-04:00'
describe
'9782' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWCG' 'sip-files00016thm.jpg'
8840e41d3f6a057356b3215dedf3d005
080bf1b4ceb747e0b40a853104d5c9a7a8dc0855
'2011-09-19T21:26:03-04:00'
describe
'329642' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWCH' 'sip-files00017.jp2'
657ed7ad7e21b6a6d3fb01c413992912
170c4f0a23bf58bb13d614775b43e1e9d55fe5a4
'2011-09-19T21:24:05-04:00'
describe
'171115' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWCI' 'sip-files00017.jpg'
7880a30e366898bdf625cbf78db98135
8dfcbc91b73ede361048a287b3ae230b6bebde31
'2011-09-19T21:26:08-04:00'
describe
'52164' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWCJ' 'sip-files00017.pro'
e98828f09673544c2926430f387b2fa3
f54ab46225a4a759f803b775dc84b933d5e4a4d3
'2011-09-19T21:23:57-04:00'
describe
'50665' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWCK' 'sip-files00017.QC.jpg'
20292179132326d64acc4f8704bda9c0
daccb7a1d4aac0479f7d33bb879910d966654dc7
'2011-09-19T21:25:11-04:00'
describe
'2646936' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWCL' 'sip-files00017.tif'
47747d501d482419352fc8fe4720db41
7b8b133489fbe40b44ff1afb8679e017da083613
'2011-09-19T21:25:38-04:00'
describe
'2056' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWCM' 'sip-files00017.txt'
da7307d0f7a1f8b721e50490f1daaee8
89eec9a1810b5e7da088e1b464f30a6256158157
describe
'12760' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWCN' 'sip-files00017thm.jpg'
1c230ca333db22732cf44651a347b59d
53839a88ac9b541c0cf2aab763117261b19d4d49
'2011-09-19T21:26:12-04:00'
describe
'360246' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWCO' 'sip-files00018.jp2'
890ea921d7e0d3c2c66a79677007992b
ca092e8a86308393a3a5c590d7dc3f5c4a5ae428
describe
'167146' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWCP' 'sip-files00018.jpg'
4d4625b98bf470109507ad4e34759526
7f9b8077702839716297a4f0791d1098246ae188
describe
'52114' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWCQ' 'sip-files00018.pro'
2b90776ffd1da1f2086f070dc7815c57
099eb8a56a3231ae98d34f9ffe8d21610e11e32f
describe
'48678' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWCR' 'sip-files00018.QC.jpg'
2ea2a0af799f49b0be2e63abfb914dde
cb3c908e0358f562fd09bb013de639fbb372ef00
describe
'2891976' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWCS' 'sip-files00018.tif'
70f798921166e94bd1bbe463a2367a11
e66aba7f2be763b934eff3bae4b54c337a86b96d
describe
'2105' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWCT' 'sip-files00018.txt'
779ad32f3eceff4872e3b55fbc5be812
d832d08ee4b016fc1f33b858de9681e98a5b5af5
describe
'11235' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWCU' 'sip-files00018thm.jpg'
3e6ed01e9b7fec0c6bb087f68f043dfa
ac1475b7acd42feb99879ef882bfed147984759c
'2011-09-19T21:25:52-04:00'
describe
'325222' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWCV' 'sip-files00019.jp2'
0e44bbc0046e347dc6de045eb08b666a
d956bd3be78da16efb29db8091286db80696c007
describe
'166387' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWCW' 'sip-files00019.jpg'
826d6d1d98cb369bcd5dc3a378327374
fcd0f4d19eb638bb36d64873745649c846c340bf
describe
'49656' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWCX' 'sip-files00019.pro'
7b877bd2318dee550a4a311d84b3fd51
1bb6efa880b9beb019f142d83885baf184cebf8e
describe
'49981' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWCY' 'sip-files00019.QC.jpg'
10a540ca821c0438c766d1451e322f29
73ada4d9404532708bf05f31ff909e1fa550f1b4
describe
'2612140' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWCZ' 'sip-files00019.tif'
69763bc5721bfedc17d993ede9ec0d1b
2dfb657bd78c13b1d1dadf973c824dfa3f174992
describe
'1989' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWDA' 'sip-files00019.txt'
6841bf736170fed9261aa4b2f95980e0
72242483494cebd25fc0780e98660f4524414c3b
'2011-09-19T21:25:35-04:00'
describe
'12462' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWDB' 'sip-files00019thm.jpg'
a222297d244182ff368fafba7d4bf44a
8c942dbbccec7fd621c2b1d8790d34fb3a45fb03
'2011-09-19T21:24:41-04:00'
describe
'342333' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWDC' 'sip-files00020.jp2'
c09a95aa6521e0332eb38906e1c6f653
b007d773a4fc398d060981ec10718be3a59ee4df
'2011-09-19T21:25:22-04:00'
describe
'100790' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWDD' 'sip-files00020.jpg'
0e099394ab4dfcb67c0bc13056bedaa7
4ffddeeacad2a45fd2ae5400a583927027c752d1
'2011-09-19T21:25:26-04:00'
describe
'25617' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWDE' 'sip-files00020.pro'
7fc4436f1a03c14bb7a7978a410810af
171080fe9efdc5123463c158dd882c0adbba1f83
'2011-09-19T21:26:05-04:00'
describe
'29139' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWDF' 'sip-files00020.QC.jpg'
d88f3842115812a7dc5ad5073e0548ac
7bad065ab058a19bdd41c2fbaf1784a393cb3447
'2011-09-19T21:24:56-04:00'
describe
'2747032' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWDG' 'sip-files00020.tif'
6e4a42c8ba1d63117cb11e5a39e1737d
e8be83888caaa3f4907b69feabbb582f07ecd003
describe
'1051' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWDH' 'sip-files00020.txt'
b6b768883dbcf013aee9434808ffcdc3
926c3ac3552b89ab886a6383c568633a9ba425ee
'2011-09-19T21:24:47-04:00'
describe
'7323' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWDI' 'sip-files00020thm.jpg'
2a3e6388ec5e04b0a53a5cf07446458e
5e62f9580c3b99f8e29e6caf9d5ffe43a297cc4b
'2011-09-19T21:26:00-04:00'
describe
'339691' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWDJ' 'sip-files00021.jp2'
a2cbf2d97dde5b45260a56cf3e8c2796
cd0d3b0856e69c2d929e8d167060103f49ede3db
'2011-09-19T21:26:21-04:00'
describe
'155687' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWDK' 'sip-files00021.jpg'
b26090eda782ac97c456b7e06b3bb8c0
71acb049777bf3617e6a6d1e73b76c4a8e132c53
'2011-09-19T21:26:01-04:00'
describe
'35095' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWDL' 'sip-files00021.pro'
4a9985d5479237be225abdefe788350d
3caf1af29e500d126529b3be8a4d4919ae7e6056
describe
'43376' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWDM' 'sip-files00021.QC.jpg'
825ee036046ee9c2e71819cc526e8749
eafe0c223e42ddb8ea8812a40ac9798866e97294
describe
'2726776' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWDN' 'sip-files00021.tif'
21c08a372ec550dfa32adc52d88bd58a
b53eb6de443687bdb2ff18badfeb2613b9db9c03
describe
'1496' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWDO' 'sip-files00021.txt'
db91a0b397899768061c697d8ab40dc3
d34aae5cf0119b30eabe4da8b7395204611929a8
describe
'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWDP' 'sip-files00021thm.jpg'
7a77c4c67cf0a766bd8b64c985fa9042
7582c5cfd002908ee8a8a974ee162a581e295f8a
describe
'352602' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWDQ' 'sip-files00022.jp2'
3753d10c478b4da6124d9c272b975a03
3300117b98dd467bff7582a1c01b11d9b4be787c
'2011-09-19T21:24:33-04:00'
describe
'175423' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWDR' 'sip-files00022.jpg'
f4a088682f73507d3ce2cdb648eb9968
d4e547fa563ed0c432b98bcee4b7fe9932b31314
describe
'51917' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWDS' 'sip-files00022.pro'
4695bc232d505e33985bf9cd14446102
3fee0fcc51af5ead7013850e4f87578ee31fa877
describe
'50058' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWDT' 'sip-files00022.QC.jpg'
3b0dfda205d85db269e8df21919e585c
efdd060c826585e6abdc62ae66c339f09476d1e0
describe
'2830776' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWDU' 'sip-files00022.tif'
9e9802e6dc98d2cd9485f9849311be2c
92fb13e0181c6366450a11d3aeaa11b3a69298bc
'2011-09-19T21:26:24-04:00'
describe
'2151' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWDV' 'sip-files00022.txt'
2d32cb25bc9723966a4c7dc4eee82e60
683ed73b671eae6e0b65ba88f100c65513e3d188
describe
'11438' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWDW' 'sip-files00022thm.jpg'
5b65e45008ff8516191581bf14473222
ac389bfc18d5749857530e3b8ec8d239117ff895
describe
'339413' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWDX' 'sip-files00023.jp2'
c146987af152e189e69d802e16131046
175670203bd8876ba0b9f861607c61545df8dafe
describe
'164578' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWDY' 'sip-files00023.jpg'
290c0ea7fb87e3c0682e6787aa96e7a9
c424ba65ee6b57ac080fd33ebb00458eee0b86b9
'2011-09-19T21:25:09-04:00'
describe
'47341' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWDZ' 'sip-files00023.pro'
8b402549a32a532d13edbf2f715017fe
6116c7f833b0d68d43512201d8d3aba6e0e3e102
'2011-09-19T21:25:50-04:00'
describe
'48415' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWEA' 'sip-files00023.QC.jpg'
23743243cb9aa523608b4dae89e9433d
b33b12c0803155ed0ea51be152dd97ee08f51e03
'2011-09-19T21:26:45-04:00'
describe
'2725124' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWEB' 'sip-files00023.tif'
1a0f62b3cd329a2531a750f3b4ecda27
588e10148d691ebd98a31b865263e4b970e80e66
describe
'2013' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWEC' 'sip-files00023.txt'
b126dac7419967bec805b0d8b8d52eed
21ab3d65d050dff7b465f9fe422968ca2e6058cb
'2011-09-19T21:24:49-04:00'
describe
'12108' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWED' 'sip-files00023thm.jpg'
4fdedd5cfd2a4860cb9ca86c6cd8b6bf
ae25b57894ca2577c102bfb15b7ae9148018ed3d
'2011-09-19T21:24:03-04:00'
describe
'351014' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWEE' 'sip-files00024.jp2'
d238e7968993ef6405e2ca0e476ca64e
ca3b15e81602f41e79ef09838b7a6aedb2579eb3
describe
'166700' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWEF' 'sip-files00024.jpg'
19058c25f018953a56c38846244c0370
16727b8dca181de230daeb390446285bbad5dd19
'2011-09-19T21:24:35-04:00'
describe
'50851' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWEG' 'sip-files00024.pro'
8ca2d77f1710f94bf941c9866b85c6a3
5dac1903d772b1311c1c80b5e8ae4f886c872d2f
describe
'49257' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWEH' 'sip-files00024.QC.jpg'
cd7fd88638f93f84b31ade9b408dc3b7
e934bf87cf6012b6dabd594c4de4fbf05a8dd5f8
'2011-09-19T21:25:25-04:00'
describe
'2818116' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWEI' 'sip-files00024.tif'
37065092e2bc871fb1d40dd074abf783
f1612bc52547d6f5e395036b6bb9fda4346df907
'2011-09-19T21:24:07-04:00'
describe
'2032' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWEJ' 'sip-files00024.txt'
da5fd0b23165a60e9ffbdd533d8226de
8dd905371bd1dc041d4f4f94221c1591091ffec1
'2011-09-19T21:25:51-04:00'
describe
'11486' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWEK' 'sip-files00024thm.jpg'
d5feeb9746dea04af42fdfbc3da5f260
e8cc8174819e4bd110779cc44e02795743f63265
describe
'329491' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWEL' 'sip-files00025.jp2'
cb16f5f1abcec61a1089f93b7d911ac0
0cf261ba797d3c8bc1bc72a5eae1283e500d6ad7
'2011-09-19T21:26:29-04:00'
describe
'179290' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWEM' 'sip-files00025.jpg'
42a476f7bedc0a4634e0fa1e33a46712
8c5246847a2d2a5b6dde1d7c679b4913bb16767c
describe
'1483' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWEN' 'sip-files00025.pro'
ac2f207cd9ec8f71c3c59fd218cb4681
c7b7d9678d37e693181a82d9c33d1bff339d647d
'2011-09-19T21:24:02-04:00'
describe
'44662' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWEO' 'sip-files00025.QC.jpg'
69c3500b76a205b8e0f6e0b68f17d01a
c6cb3993d9971a506ade12dd1dc59c2fd2794257
describe
'2646956' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWEP' 'sip-files00025.tif'
e41b41b1c9fea875cd633dc27315cb7a
9a7986f5c16b4620fb3b3258643f354b337d1af6
describe
'166' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWEQ' 'sip-files00025.txt'
01aadbae3969a8686ccf7832b5d48cac
bdd8565e061349969c22fa03d56bc2916d2b14e0
describe
'11901' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWER' 'sip-files00025thm.jpg'
d5700cf68d6fd1a77f51f2b6d08180c9
b33b85f733e1458706258e11b9aaf9dddea74765
describe
'358176' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWES' 'sip-files00026.jp2'
03c34736c055b2bc4ac108e63fede6f7
224ba1365182977eaa04df5ae603dbd268c285ff
describe
'15557' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWET' 'sip-files00026.jpg'
34c07328a537c564bac5fe3a7f14588a
b8fbed249e3b43907c9e14d7b903b665ad0fbe01
'2011-09-19T21:24:12-04:00'
describe
'332' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWEU' 'sip-files00026.pro'
1fbd80614da243150d55c7e41f3dbd04
beaa9f0c33b4c9eb69b142be739d15acacd09ec5
describe
'4004' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWEV' 'sip-files00026.QC.jpg'
72248c2e26f3553bc2c126167a3b369e
9f459bf7471ccd3acb64898caa3c2a1d1d136190
describe
'2871832' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWEW' 'sip-files00026.tif'
3e87dd12fa80c6c1a4694926759d32f9
ebfc6b705d55ab364ea7fb3764cca6e47665fc1e
describe
'132' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWEX' 'sip-files00026.txt'
158cc0e7546689f87c2b3847cba9ec47
0e16f8d8e7b338eef9090e10d4139caf1905a21e
describe
'1192' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWEY' 'sip-files00026thm.jpg'
dc3ab0b59a5031fc9ecf721371fe8023
e2cba2bf6658bbecdb0182356a08096a2665e7f4
'2011-09-19T21:24:54-04:00'
describe
'345224' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWEZ' 'sip-files00027.jp2'
a2d34a1083100290871e10850147f37f
3e2c57b70977fc0201204ed0ebee2fdd748f8498
describe
'151271' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWFA' 'sip-files00027.jpg'
4e581db8e2027d2bb19af7a82fc5a111
6191ee87a763b8865134c6e4e5262b346ca881a7
'2011-09-19T21:24:25-04:00'
describe
'45615' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWFB' 'sip-files00027.pro'
68feba5ea34e162f7e2aa7a17a936d32
1cb2589038eb617abf3adc0df2293ed516db40a8
describe
'45835' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWFC' 'sip-files00027.QC.jpg'
ee7e0ee7b193b526f7d32b076eb7beff
10888f6edd0ed30df3d4a769f8d79912f273ec57
describe
'2771260' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWFD' 'sip-files00027.tif'
b580986ea849c2ee1b9e30b057e8b757
75edc4097cf0ebee28da591f64c5f03f3128d05d
'2011-09-19T21:26:32-04:00'
describe
'1832' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWFE' 'sip-files00027.txt'
e35ae4bbc0dd34da319762de0229748e
8649cbc5d1f9ffb6485585f173ade8d783e905c8
'2011-09-19T21:25:21-04:00'
describe
'11505' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWFF' 'sip-files00027thm.jpg'
fe626dbe319928dba95a8ab2e2e825f5
94c2507b0dee6f892365010a67d65c0fe173c5bd
describe
'352902' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWFG' 'sip-files00028.jp2'
3f17569fa98e1c4396842eeb371838d8
a1992b63c99168b113c2de183441815f7b6c54bb
describe
'156647' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWFH' 'sip-files00028.jpg'
2fd30fcdaf63be42693e30fadaf52826
39bdcd7d405760b2b0e105b77bdc725d24361a7c
'2011-09-19T21:24:20-04:00'
describe
'49360' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWFI' 'sip-files00028.pro'
1cdc720db8ae6514741dc38197c837dd
c2d1933b333ddab06719f37deee87bb661e1704a
describe
'46913' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWFJ' 'sip-files00028.QC.jpg'
9d73d0024027de571aa2b5afc77aca71
01e99fe9d41d781a78b8a831c1e0c24f7a53c4a3
'2011-09-19T21:25:16-04:00'
describe
'2832820' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWFK' 'sip-files00028.tif'
cf5034e9dd7929b3dea50944c240b18c
b1befa071c12f3039023b8562cf0c34f172cecf6
'2011-09-19T21:25:15-04:00'
describe
'1961' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWFL' 'sip-files00028.txt'
ae5d024126757b6bf14fa639eb2c8df7
70cb749a901db7933efd19a734aecbb8b0b2c512
describe
'11023' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWFM' 'sip-files00028thm.jpg'
2ea8829a77fd1edb6e9910b6843dd444
65c60f75b00437a537d6063f5166d6ea347bc47a
describe
'338522' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWFN' 'sip-files00029.jp2'
ee8e38c2db1b763d0d00b9445cf3f3f8
1a4d9f79c27c5eba9280f535c9f091927a0395a9
'2011-09-19T21:26:42-04:00'
describe
'163583' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWFO' 'sip-files00029.jpg'
000db870054e39624a47d13213cd331d
08d9dd75886f76522f57e747423908e086f88316
describe
'50333' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWFP' 'sip-files00029.pro'
f67486c8ff4dd919a0590e192ad3d254
f88ca8d9923ff051356db68b417d765faf25ae3b
describe
'48016' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWFQ' 'sip-files00029.QC.jpg'
db29621526c6c9d72b6b9949d7c1faa8
9e1e298d7d20ec63ba18884609240adb76cc1b97
'2011-09-19T21:25:53-04:00'
describe
'2718556' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWFR' 'sip-files00029.tif'
2edfe78179e3c4e429524b2d59410765
9b7e5cb3e83deb3db7daeff4d3dff40987097ccc
describe
'2018' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWFS' 'sip-files00029.txt'
5b637a032eb26dca6fbbb5a0b704bc46
c534ecca2df7eeae8bb7a69453b70e5a68f234a6
'2011-09-19T21:25:45-04:00'
describe
'11768' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWFT' 'sip-files00029thm.jpg'
d8f3f367da229be02a4d768f015dd3da
e8bd2201ae41d2b148e5234fd9565fc59646b5d4
describe
'354917' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWFU' 'sip-files00030.jp2'
3bb8ec13bbc93992892811ab23d5b5cd
2c966a1234130d9e180424440921aae4a8120c8a
describe
'137026' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWFV' 'sip-files00030.jpg'
e79d63cc50939764f464cf2536c25f0b
fc377641f1846c2994c8b5e6f8d58ac1d6c3550e
describe
'41261' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWFW' 'sip-files00030.pro'
828b540f4c553527134647a1099d8e68
dbb33ee4d229831c7d7601388d7f069301021261
describe
'40184' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWFX' 'sip-files00030.QC.jpg'
671d88f5fb2152f03e4b41b558f6501e
be054d50cb40b921c0c572d6d7d1da3fc57a456c
'2011-09-19T21:23:58-04:00'
describe
'2849340' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWFY' 'sip-files00030.tif'
a4aadff5865de7e8288ff8df19a5778a
129d7aac07272c7e60ed567265f88e86870194a7
'2011-09-19T21:25:43-04:00'
describe
'1660' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWFZ' 'sip-files00030.txt'
f4760d4865def0dfe17430613947bb57
55e2a4e446722fb4202007bbe211d288da1e1829
'2011-09-19T21:24:26-04:00'
describe
'9686' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWGA' 'sip-files00030thm.jpg'
9acc44b45ee3592c4bd9456369d101a9
a82a077b8a4a910376eee0e07ee77c2e9df67cca
describe
'338808' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWGB' 'sip-files00031.jp2'
fc7e314ea0f28b65eea1f22336f461e7
9a9fafba2512894600f1fa9eadb247e6ef0b05e7
'2011-09-19T21:24:18-04:00'
describe
'145877' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWGC' 'sip-files00031.jpg'
4319990a83bed9789ccb6865f4f424e7
528522b66715573372cbf0ecf52c5a5c72e3bdd7
describe
'33304' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWGD' 'sip-files00031.pro'
ec4bea873e490f6f26eebc919c4516ae
b32659e5757fe3c084fe9bebae7a0fd4548c89c8
describe
'42069' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWGE' 'sip-files00031.QC.jpg'
924f56fcf90cc17307d87d90d5f278ad
0906ebb27cdfd6f9685d285d4a6a2116ba70dac2
describe
'2719760' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWGF' 'sip-files00031.tif'
2abde1171fe99fc94c0567dcca2c9a90
770346059607dbd162f19a3cdd754843db6b5c2b
'2011-09-19T21:24:34-04:00'
describe
'1393' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWGG' 'sip-files00031.txt'
54dc2fc933291713b69b36bdba6109d3
052ba495220beb7fd973a392c761cf082f08094b
describe
'10826' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWGH' 'sip-files00031thm.jpg'
27b69e3376a6accb545970cb358c6555
01eeff80bc380b0bf8a5ae6928dd965857599da2
'2011-09-19T21:24:45-04:00'
describe
'353700' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWGI' 'sip-files00032.jp2'
134dc63470d14340a3d5c5dd087fc2c7
ed79aea2c19cebe3d242fcf11720f8a91c3e188f
describe
'163776' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWGJ' 'sip-files00032.jpg'
42211abd8b5921b133d6585daf5a6788
0f8d41467ff802fe5d81da2fad78f38f6c03c7db
describe
'49443' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWGK' 'sip-files00032.pro'
d077f8e04f036638ee171804c0497145
63a3e64051ad2ad097136b671f2614c85e1825df
describe
'47732' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWGL' 'sip-files00032.QC.jpg'
cc62bded6157d6f23388b634f98c3285
17c4563fff85a4807a0646176dadbee65cde4ec2
'2011-09-19T21:24:01-04:00'
describe
'2839260' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWGM' 'sip-files00032.tif'
5b40669426f1a73bf1085c26b20ca42f
9b37357f99fc2d1e454143f228e79931fd31c2fe
describe
'1965' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWGN' 'sip-files00032.txt'
bbcfe49a5a4573749bf19ea4fe0fca4c
26a9a2e764ac4207ed738f6d28949e14fb5b50fc
'2011-09-19T21:26:04-04:00'
describe
'11224' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWGO' 'sip-files00032thm.jpg'
18fd57015a51d4eac0561a0faceb2959
b90fb391c1d464cf01d63e7350763573ec88d573
describe
'341284' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWGP' 'sip-files00033.jp2'
5003fe264e8984bb676b9a7f1d825e50
693d8d04934e29e3a0bcbdaf4bf078c096fc192a
describe
'158034' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWGQ' 'sip-files00033.jpg'
195696466d016c19dcbbdac80fa3907b
1fe5615362ae0321fd5134f150c89ef528cbbdb8
describe
'48253' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWGR' 'sip-files00033.pro'
4370d934a3f1fb12c7121eeee56c2df5
8f5c48865525e00df4a898951d5d83f8fc7906ba
'2011-09-19T21:24:00-04:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWGS' 'sip-files00033.QC.jpg'
58dba9512fec78ad4a9b90d042cfd8a1
c090fd3573335b6f84f4370743d5e119cca482a1
'2011-09-19T21:25:07-04:00'
describe
'2739880' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWGT' 'sip-files00033.tif'
4e9d86498f096ece306aab52adea09af
4b493e39e6169b3341aef05266c3bfcd2661cde2
'2011-09-19T21:24:16-04:00'
describe
'1931' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWGU' 'sip-files00033.txt'
b65d63fb922ed9348678f50ad1a27b93
93bffc30c02bac94f5368483e370968fa2230edc
'2011-09-19T21:26:22-04:00'
describe
'11958' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWGV' 'sip-files00033thm.jpg'
6faf0f4689e27e446fb8a5678578d3a8
07b1e794e4d37efc14300a03809b5bbb713e8f36
describe
'358446' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWGW' 'sip-files00034.jp2'
0f03f4a687b4fedddd184364f6d8837c
6bc784499ad064ab9809397695fd980930ff33e4
'2011-09-19T21:24:13-04:00'
describe
'163355' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWGX' 'sip-files00034.jpg'
ccf6199762c51064871d24528c3b1748
5784ccc6b8aada9caeb1a316fbec8fe1c5c246e2
describe
'50616' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWGY' 'sip-files00034.pro'
e50e5098adf666f5d67cde5b404c8949
e74cf279017fc98f740d252e387a8f290b785ba6
describe
'47300' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWGZ' 'sip-files00034.QC.jpg'
fab84ee3b8ef6876a1d631d030a7ac55
1d5d350e9707aa9339d1a9b14762de0f935ecac7
describe
'2877200' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWHA' 'sip-files00034.tif'
42386fc762ebbb9ca1c6a514ac3528d5
5897b4c239f99f01ce1552dc4d88d15828382fb2
'2011-09-19T21:24:58-04:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWHB' 'sip-files00034.txt'
2e0a9ebb6f562eb2d76084838da6ea41
9ec98c9f3c9c9873aa76e9e4198fcb962fbd652c
describe
'11160' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWHC' 'sip-files00034thm.jpg'
5fa0b886cf1d47f34593345ab0127f40
2fde0e297ab88c993e454ed5199b5b3d2af823e8
'2011-09-19T21:25:05-04:00'
describe
'329671' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWHD' 'sip-files00035.jp2'
9ef4a103ff554cca318148c708cfb902
b7b347218bb4b03a0214155a5081e37160c5efda
describe
'162347' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWHE' 'sip-files00035.jpg'
343951ee8bfc5078e2b6d50a7b67b4d5
aca9e02b5e3ea55132992ce8165863d0284876df
'2011-09-19T21:26:41-04:00'
describe
'48632' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWHF' 'sip-files00035.pro'
28a9666521cceb960682a51f869b9602
cfdd04d11cfd574d08441acd4dd846a7de526ffc
describe
'47710' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWHG' 'sip-files00035.QC.jpg'
dc26555bed7619b35300d485b59361a7
8f637e66d0148f0f2e724bc15e46bb30015202fd
'2011-09-19T21:26:06-04:00'
describe
'2647000' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWHH' 'sip-files00035.tif'
e59a278feeed73b1f7d9aa4c7924cf60
dd656159a83e316c1b0c6242e0896631c1a74454
describe
'1958' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWHI' 'sip-files00035.txt'
e271b695ef7e0113d5724663e7a14664
d2a8e96e888e83d7ef23d95278ca559b26c539c7
'2011-09-19T21:26:28-04:00'
describe
'12367' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWHJ' 'sip-files00035thm.jpg'
84ebfb5b6965e48d40ee122f2708a981
6cf95a0976fd0017853bf28b07333c432f7a05ac
'2011-09-19T21:24:43-04:00'
describe
'356017' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWHK' 'sip-files00036.jp2'
ced011d1589668bf3e47e51215665546
de36db674effc01aa843342a52715bb7bee4f114
describe
'159716' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWHL' 'sip-files00036.jpg'
bc31e446ef1c750bf1117bed6adee220
fb297bbbbb44dbc5e03a67e025c711110608b299
describe
'50411' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWHM' 'sip-files00036.pro'
ae624b60e929547e2afd7da7aa873f69
813284cc8e1d40d3818e553b5f3f59f6d3d53c28
describe
'46270' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWHN' 'sip-files00036.QC.jpg'
e7905a4a9e870eb9e6ef749150b90048
79aed85dd3a06d456f22619ab2770dd33235c687
'2011-09-19T21:26:14-04:00'
describe
'2858140' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWHO' 'sip-files00036.tif'
1a8e854111266e50663dd6c27523c859
dcfd5584354b607cae575477e4b75cc903513a16
'2011-09-19T21:25:13-04:00'
describe
'2021' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWHP' 'sip-files00036.txt'
8d565597f2f5a23951154405d9384202
aaaa6848a943581fc9a9a6ad89d10e40e2bf1fba
describe
'11141' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWHQ' 'sip-files00036thm.jpg'
3481b48fbfafc4b9664aa922f2c4c03e
5c003249b10566befd2a9a4e6aeb5fb5fcc47df4
describe
'351841' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWHR' 'sip-files00037.jp2'
d1dcf800accdec7dbb3d3f2c05ae1d56
d28e4d5d1f5eeef022500cd6c7767478e0c978d7
describe
'147459' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWHS' 'sip-files00037.jpg'
100dbfe8c2f1e641aa23f3c6ce52ee01
96b3c573535a411621c8453973d8c7098bde0e03
describe
'44647' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWHT' 'sip-files00037.pro'
86ebf3eea1e94b18e45b666cf53a12eb
e8d14fb494a786c0749139a11b6a2635906505e6
describe
'43756' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWHU' 'sip-files00037.QC.jpg'
af0aa1b7000d349603fff9b481f5b7d5
fe65d9f9ae2a223b439ad5e72ef1611db88f33b4
'2011-09-19T21:25:32-04:00'
describe
'2824132' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWHV' 'sip-files00037.tif'
26d9d5daee69497db2d35f07efe5c914
88e59760e6d1e5dd8ef7e9d01046cadf76f976e1
describe
'1783' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWHW' 'sip-files00037.txt'
0a48875e2a689b81eeb9c122d922a98f
a8729fd8c342f0b5bd95d405f0ea7ae61299f451
'2011-09-19T21:24:53-04:00'
describe
'10359' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWHX' 'sip-files00037thm.jpg'
ac507dcce9165736d6240347ae8c3bfd
bd1eed864289a5cf8dec6c4ef6ae6eb4616d42aa
'2011-09-19T21:25:29-04:00'
describe
'358183' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWHY' 'sip-files00038.jp2'
4f6088c7ed45266e8395eb29a6d6edf7
d2b88f2b51c31e572b507af1586e84ca5df57b8d
describe
'139137' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWHZ' 'sip-files00038.jpg'
7fdc8d9a1eb4e616758e95cf682c1c08
0127146266c573728c6c043783d32be3be6c5b68
describe
'34900' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWIA' 'sip-files00038.pro'
e4a40d4b3c35f0b099e12ceb4c8e1266
9cfa99d3739a8a13752396d0042ba7e98cfa26d0
describe
'41061' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWIB' 'sip-files00038.QC.jpg'
bea9aa47a9426144c53fe46717a136b9
017a094b58f3a94853a0980decdd75e590bc8631
describe
'2874860' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWIC' 'sip-files00038.tif'
6f2c26fa8d04ff8ea8be7a69f0ef9d6c
0356a3e0bd6da973cb0f06f0319c0ffe2c218c95
describe
'1408' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWID' 'sip-files00038.txt'
c6c032fd415abc3d0ef4081891948b66
9a9ccd2d677aafe4e808ea0e39ef82e20ade1c66
'2011-09-19T21:26:20-04:00'
describe
'9719' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWIE' 'sip-files00038thm.jpg'
0f8447cf320ec7589b8b1fd50f022924
2dedee65d1f82d2ddbf0336e36088daeb81cbecd
describe
'347605' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWIF' 'sip-files00039.jp2'
2a8d6b9a61fef0ad872d110848e361ac
43fb98c6037b8d59931aa978f7da57c94966fca0
describe
'201846' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWIG' 'sip-files00039.jpg'
d9fe0da536a665f743eb8da5ded6e8d5
45c8eebef0fcdc945d62ec14559b0ef79db37fac
describe
'1577' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWIH' 'sip-files00039.pro'
13e7202d030329db528dab3ce0daeddf
6976eada37b74a08df4975610632147b8011910a
'2011-09-19T21:25:57-04:00'
describe
'49143' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWII' 'sip-files00039.QC.jpg'
0276858a15fc54b144be8f3e45fbf03e
f372385fdf2e37b88003856e086c3ca2a56e939b
describe
'2790696' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWIJ' 'sip-files00039.tif'
e8a2d7cd066d0f142ae2534ee40e4626
ad117bd1f217619dbd94274eb1991860280b0b62
'2011-09-19T21:25:17-04:00'
describe
'186' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWIK' 'sip-files00039.txt'
5f9160ca448e53805d6119699ee90201
83c370099117a41d7b64cd7dbe62fd9df1fffed9
describe
'11717' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWIL' 'sip-files00039thm.jpg'
04e232dda3841a4519eb3f4444175e7f
279a3ced13a35a2663aab9c20229fcf6b88b7e8b
describe
'342637' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWIM' 'sip-files00040.jp2'
fd11594ddc040ee8bcd3410c4babdd16
cdf346fc2093004f215ec083a3917aff63b2863e
describe
'16483' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWIN' 'sip-files00040.jpg'
f7e0cb126cb6ba756a8285aace580fc9
44c8432323856da859ea64c8d77cd0858f373bcd
'2011-09-19T21:24:11-04:00'
describe
'4024' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWIO' 'sip-files00040.QC.jpg'
de0448da5b1d3b705e3c9c66e2084c70
985705f39c9222254e27a1bf117303a4b23ee332
'2011-09-19T21:23:49-04:00'
describe
'2747420' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWIP' 'sip-files00040.tif'
8655069dd6f95fc0a7284f6cec224f82
314be3903292aa8fa5ee67189ab0e77f59a8d097
'2011-09-19T21:24:39-04:00'
describe
'1094' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWIQ' 'sip-files00040thm.jpg'
94cb4278837ace99217e0e868e4a4548
980a8a0b3fa81334cbff768c28ce5e02a4e26f20
'2011-09-19T21:26:27-04:00'
describe
'346258' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWIR' 'sip-files00041.jp2'
4502ccd30e95bd4c2db98286f30341b1
31f3f2ff565cd59376f31b7dd481053839a9a6cf
describe
'158726' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWIS' 'sip-files00041.jpg'
e1aaec201fdafc99fe3eeba7c3e5bfe9
cc876abe98b14b37cd0fd123999f42f20608a23a
describe
'47310' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWIT' 'sip-files00041.pro'
0c8310e8e532fbd30d373fbf9c8733f4
dce539abba233c0ba1adcec8afade9476617cf3b
describe
'47902' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWIU' 'sip-files00041.QC.jpg'
cd44a37d085f1174b19ce1f1b9a47205
5a75389c7443a5574affe38357fe804ed6956fa5
describe
'2780016' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWIV' 'sip-files00041.tif'
1cc37c532a0bf0a693f875a8f5b8289f
5d4979bf1b15d95e495ef1a67e456ac1964c6197
describe
'1918' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWIW' 'sip-files00041.txt'
8f7a36028423e2cff3d348a40b4bcb6b
9222facf7527c557242d63b90a1c2c18451e7ea4
describe
'11389' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWIX' 'sip-files00041thm.jpg'
10fce0cf637985fa24ec46cffdc4c33f
8310a097a10c137345e6ea229a2c72123cad6ac5
'2011-09-19T21:25:24-04:00'
describe
'354440' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWIY' 'sip-files00042.jp2'
7b488d0a82c5357e9e1db9613a4bce93
935a6c5eca4fef288d52fbe605db63c948b6fcf1
describe
'155237' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWIZ' 'sip-files00042.jpg'
791d905faf7b24b8dba8bea6133e9b19
3522c7dbc6ec1695ae62eef87a2b54b5977f54b7
describe
'48314' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWJA' 'sip-files00042.pro'
7dbd8fd404728088a3a10e539146d4f5
f8be72dcd561961395ff21974feeca0d38efca82
describe
'46018' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWJB' 'sip-files00042.QC.jpg'
70f56c79db4139aac138923aa8d30d2b
e80656484c3e3d7cdd7faf973a342c4552e298dc
describe
'2845304' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWJC' 'sip-files00042.tif'
3cc26ab7b42fbb7db8ba1caca7cf47a3
ebae3f2499c2c8878ca7b653c822e0c5365439f5
describe
'2037' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWJD' 'sip-files00042.txt'
b55db3710083b2851ca4536a842e6e51
6e437d6a0942976d05d040bc7cd7199a1dbf470e
describe
'10706' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWJE' 'sip-files00042thm.jpg'
ee42aa1138c098438783b425d124c038
96df3ee085c56e22aab8e79480fd0e6f15061f93
describe
'350249' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWJF' 'sip-files00043.jp2'
5c33230d3d71b69c8b8c26bb229f0a66
9ae34e39784be5606106148c18fccac57d31395c
describe
'166407' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWJG' 'sip-files00043.jpg'
9141b03a4cfa4c498140461ec1c59a15
cf1089ca559e3cf6c92b0433c9fe5ebf98d950f7
describe
'51651' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWJH' 'sip-files00043.pro'
00fdd09d775ce5c72d31188fb3cba27c
49094124cc4408980d6bc7dd530de2c91b379fd9
'2011-09-19T21:25:30-04:00'
describe
'49133' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWJI' 'sip-files00043.QC.jpg'
ac6da5f09fa721742589833259eba0b8
d0494f073df6ee6a40a46b8d291ff9cc6a78fbfc
'2011-09-19T21:24:51-04:00'
describe
'2811532' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWJJ' 'sip-files00043.tif'
c290dad8091357438ec803800882b1a7
bc4a511241254413150b5186dd73b585dcb9c179
describe
'2071' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWJK' 'sip-files00043.txt'
d7ce125189e6658813dbaabe488855bd
50c360cf9a77a0bdd267f9256430886f8e0a025a
'2011-09-19T21:25:12-04:00'
describe
'11363' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWJL' 'sip-files00043thm.jpg'
8b00ce990550bd1b636a012f38d429ab
7e5034880ce8e8267efe114dee74a04fb03c7f3a
describe
'351581' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWJM' 'sip-files00044.jp2'
39d84c28d19d4e3abae0d8edf94b9a4f
0aabdaf4bcd8b4c24e2094ebabc54cfc550322a6
describe
'164933' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWJN' 'sip-files00044.jpg'
1764902f525228b33bf5fc8038699d1d
0385a96143546e959b6274c42509ead524ae546e
'2011-09-19T21:23:52-04:00'
describe
'51392' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWJO' 'sip-files00044.pro'
1ab650a118c57b5bfe9aafbf25272a52
7f8639ee1212ef91745fd6a5ee95d21261d0fc9f
'2011-09-19T21:25:39-04:00'
describe
'47406' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWJP' 'sip-files00044.QC.jpg'
2e4e8106cd1d05ce4f19c2b4c843b45e
40fbdd278e4efa04290e07f572c6f75047c2957b
describe
'2822316' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWJQ' 'sip-files00044.tif'
730cf0869d2bede74b2e0ba6da036c12
dab75d47c2212cd93d993d4feb24eb12c0436f75
describe
'2024' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWJR' 'sip-files00044.txt'
ffdf0815f01755ca7b6b446817dc9e13
4482a7ee52737b04b506128420f0816264afdec5
describe
'11169' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWJS' 'sip-files00044thm.jpg'
5c01c42501a5c662e6ed1247fb557d78
071a1d9bb1138885f368576d895b7a031091c920
describe
'350354' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWJT' 'sip-files00045.jp2'
0b25625e434ad781161f9c82307eb2b8
78d1607a956271bd253bf13047b06aced6a5dc24
describe
'155406' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWJU' 'sip-files00045.jpg'
90428a51ae7ac333706fdcf7afc3d55a
336926d383c6af55f9031345ef628aeb6314a584
describe
'33411' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWJV' 'sip-files00045.pro'
9b15be5db3d657c8d795b1cca0f16bf5
059a11322756b33ba0fa9e8632fb96031b3f48c1
describe
'42574' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWJW' 'sip-files00045.QC.jpg'
4176656163118359406991fd5a13e684
cf4bbf0639bd32c77511d50b1c22b15b1881a730
describe
'2812704' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWJX' 'sip-files00045.tif'
8a4c4556cadbab796d90765e10641618
32515729cb8d93db8f566beaa102fe2d8f6a67dd
describe
'1377' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWJY' 'sip-files00045.txt'
a8027587fadfc05314339715fbfd71bc
c689a7acea0f176f091985bdb6bbf24a94063ce7
'2011-09-19T21:25:06-04:00'
describe
'10209' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWJZ' 'sip-files00045thm.jpg'
3d0de5f0c9051cc3aaee1086c2c400fc
b4d637406afc9ae6f3aeb00e5fd056852ba06abe
'2011-09-19T21:25:55-04:00'
describe
'353437' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWKA' 'sip-files00046.jp2'
13e266a764db74dac4a819d1d79f807e
08d59c1608f9ac27b0b70748da7a15edaddc389e
describe
'169415' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWKB' 'sip-files00046.jpg'
3a799852c0a4c94d7398939fb3cf6577
11dd4aa689f5afc580a55549e00c1f6afc28ebd6
describe
'51919' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWKC' 'sip-files00046.pro'
ff7104f264403d9eb038c421c0e28ad0
dde978a29657b1dd2907fec787b761854e211751
describe
'50587' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWKD' 'sip-files00046.QC.jpg'
90a2c3bf68435926f269561b290a0246
d9d2dce72937fdad1ea005966612cd074b041305
describe
'2837148' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWKE' 'sip-files00046.tif'
cbb1f8d7fa611ca1c5408b728de6af73
55400fc398da2ddd790b6649338499a8c4b3d568
describe
'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWKF' 'sip-files00046.txt'
b06f12bfda76892eafdee067d16f9687
3a3ec9ca77ca0fd5fb72d155e3567ff309a9cf24
describe
'11474' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWKG' 'sip-files00046thm.jpg'
e8c399326bb5b4fcf42a4c3aed52ff10
7f310ee2887aa9a5a69bcd8bc76b5abbf0eab241
describe
'350223' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWKH' 'sip-files00047.jp2'
9531dcab1dafc90f332b5b8a39402e08
cde4caba39f5e8c2be513224bc2b39133c65919a
describe
'160725' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWKI' 'sip-files00047.jpg'
616d9eba2d409a8d2514a077e0d25eb4
7bd56049b830721194071bcf9709aac1a5640653
describe
'48014' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWKJ' 'sip-files00047.pro'
19a646df99469329bfb1817dea4b8b88
91144964191b66f43cdf9f04b8770ccf6273a6d6
describe
'48474' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWKK' 'sip-files00047.QC.jpg'
73d12d287fdc1b044f912e981241ae71
ebaadcebd8a0ea730f8386a064998577db81b0c1
describe
'2811592' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWKL' 'sip-files00047.tif'
0810215d4ca81c8e9008ec1c7d5d95c7
3ca39008c1c7ce66ceb4dc305554a22c720b4f3a
describe
'1923' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWKM' 'sip-files00047.txt'
15511163cbaaf88aef8bf42498895134
b75a140ceeeec90d0d2c82a5c80c6c5aca2c5a8f
describe
'11560' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWKN' 'sip-files00047thm.jpg'
420b091e7325251b584d5771e6cc7cf5
3a0bc3c1384aaa2a783922f4a3f86cb7cf8b113e
describe
'354206' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWKO' 'sip-files00048.jp2'
4911faa0d44c090bed280ee43c144f1d
f358434a7cbaa9255656f9750c2811e48f1d1d9b
describe
'169814' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWKP' 'sip-files00048.jpg'
9b8db53da93e95ef99221fca628a251b
a2d856d5a3fd0a1a7d552413291fad19c440a2a8
describe
'51870' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWKQ' 'sip-files00048.pro'
cae171ca9e28d8eac17e8de265a4d105
52a9937ecc061c8eea4787f7401370e842c5bf89
describe
'48762' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWKR' 'sip-files00048.QC.jpg'
b5467c9539a1e4f465876460e598247a
0b7e09cc2cf50b57967eae11592798673209b9df
describe
'2843328' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWKS' 'sip-files00048.tif'
ec81df6b0e888123ae563d0d332f9c3e
271ff02bdefa1c5310ab30a13247a8ced08d2b18
describe
'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWKT' 'sip-files00048.txt'
accd458c062dda968cff2906d3659cf4
2a8a6801574ce50e652f07794cdc2410de2e6495
'2011-09-19T21:25:14-04:00'
describe
'11269' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWKU' 'sip-files00048thm.jpg'
7907fc1d24ede628d5d6a6ee13b84fd3
d51e5baed03e1629225219321458e274f3295ca6
describe
'356504' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWKV' 'sip-files00049.jp2'
32b3b3d4049931f301d52cd4bac83699
04cb823edd6473e2adf5ee8fe51a9decfb3d93cb
describe
'170915' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWKW' 'sip-files00049.jpg'
64615178eda3ae6b70154d0d61738069
398670b59924efc9f21d4a57392b34688ddb9b59
describe
'52663' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWKX' 'sip-files00049.pro'
933aee7790532cde125e43d1254c706a
a55661278414e9416e470b4fbc7cb362ca214554
describe
'49406' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWKY' 'sip-files00049.QC.jpg'
45864654088731a80cfd42aa3a8ecfb4
4e19182049515baddd28aeab93674e1198ed0724
describe
'2861444' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWKZ' 'sip-files00049.tif'
546fa14e8dcae30c8a98ba8493867851
2d8399be75e62cf0fe436750782bc3fb6fa7df46
describe
'2158' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWLA' 'sip-files00049.txt'
0322f71270c86ae7f2916e3f30511f11
60f40b702d149fd45488eb45ebedfba17e85a3bd
describe
'11011' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWLB' 'sip-files00049thm.jpg'
3136f2cfa9f1c5f8c6f92337183da163
013916c8c52a262497916fe43acfdd54914936e8
'2011-09-19T21:25:10-04:00'
describe
'358702' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWLC' 'sip-files00050.jp2'
f7dcecdebce222bb170e6846afc5e180
7ce896c31ee0b3a7dd04e657f8a345a6fd32b45d
describe
'161810' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWLD' 'sip-files00050.jpg'
ef92acdf0d8fe1e3fe675bbec48bcec2
4ecc82630b0208d236d68940be5ab178ead0c8fd
describe
'50985' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWLE' 'sip-files00050.pro'
9b2aa2321bcfa9d1cafe2261c3eb1331
9ff70e1fe372901d3d075ab86cf789eb47c9bf63
describe
'47799' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWLF' 'sip-files00050.QC.jpg'
b778495e9119cb4c26fe5143c5e53974
2c5b29e44ba80de66d6dac3149ddd67838908202
describe
'2879516' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWLG' 'sip-files00050.tif'
5ba210cdd02e9ef9ecf6424d245dafe2
e65dea8ae887ec748bb0a181144abdad28e7e092
describe
'2051' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWLH' 'sip-files00050.txt'
8c02893b608dc7d15febd6e326d0e1ff
58dfd7ab774c7e6b1d899a2aa8019c0ac6b1fd85
'2011-09-19T21:24:15-04:00'
describe
'11327' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWLI' 'sip-files00050thm.jpg'
c58a9986ea7c600d5b097f1e5d7ab4ac
47b1dc33d06fd3573f61eef10c6fc335336f9084
describe
'349171' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWLJ' 'sip-files00051.jp2'
63a817f3e4df5f15a2323f4887273a37
4cf63ea19465f1f8cea69c0b160452201ef89cd6
describe
'151368' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWLK' 'sip-files00051.jpg'
4191b40d3d9d27b4f6e7e68a02d293f2
6a3383698ce289ff6ec66d557a278837541bcdc0
describe
'46441' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWLL' 'sip-files00051.pro'
41fde92b0e397df6e7ac47b73ab2ceca
20d0c9012916e020f3a165d2c0a4c02da9926b78
describe
'46866' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWLM' 'sip-files00051.QC.jpg'
b9679541650720f663331acf73e40975
f1ecbbbbff1dd984bb1beb1552ed6d7a2aac41cc
describe
'2803076' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWLN' 'sip-files00051.tif'
c0c8111fdbf0219d17c9646db2efc216
c36e63e908f8dc3598c0c18ae06e281ed02692a6
describe
'1847' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWLO' 'sip-files00051.txt'
67dac9b2fc389e5a959e96f6c3a33e26
521b514c76157f9544443dfb7cbb24b06d8f90ea
'2011-09-19T21:25:33-04:00'
describe
'11439' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWLP' 'sip-files00051thm.jpg'
ba00b4eb6f71f581c9e97a4c90df4ad2
1f98da9032cd233ff4fceac500e0b0190808e0aa
'2011-09-19T21:24:50-04:00'
describe
'350531' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWLQ' 'sip-files00052.jp2'
92c5403106c33d132bdbfb07c3d70775
7a30fb99c56fbdeba0d0416b6bf70a2b522aa1df
describe
'77327' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWLR' 'sip-files00052.jpg'
737c6b9546a74363e47e925a82db0e21
94dbe85ded2eb4220a38926107a19b0a84bceada
'2011-09-19T21:24:27-04:00'
describe
'19074' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWLS' 'sip-files00052.pro'
27b8c4eda056f0442d9c0624335941e0
cc8aa7a6046096ead28074e1177ebb5b7ef63688
describe
'22928' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWLT' 'sip-files00052.QC.jpg'
79c1f7b5f1b6e3fdff9d256f01688f1a
90152f95fc7adb873a597680bfb3088bf4cecfeb
describe
'2812112' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWLU' 'sip-files00052.tif'
153c378703e3a537924d8ae88e850bb8
99c5b672b638fe83015cb69ff0871ec73a54805a
describe
'826' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWLV' 'sip-files00052.txt'
8c8bee6792c986ac55faba8b484703be
e8be2ca93da9dffd64666ef5784c91e5557ad7f5
describe
'5763' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWLW' 'sip-files00052thm.jpg'
cea81e3b9077b0d043fe6d7a74911109
da0a210491301cf03a2ba122a40b36c0f3b6cdc2
describe
'356159' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWLX' 'sip-files00053.jp2'
10171676d7afccc613af46198b84a2b7
5342605f3979ae49468ad6e00ee18da5fadf0727
describe
'134922' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWLY' 'sip-files00053.jpg'
7fab1703b67eebe95134af842190895c
653be1d0a1ecc6e1d3d9c5531d76cd40169b47c8
'2011-09-19T21:24:48-04:00'
describe
'30845' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWLZ' 'sip-files00053.pro'
ff52f9782fa95b57faeab93631b8582d
2a98c593878064f50e97f258cb50222c311bc793
describe
'39888' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWMA' 'sip-files00053.QC.jpg'
37cc6a8e66c5db9828de1c012a60dda7
87d11e61efebb1a1a0662ea143c215a0c930aedc
describe
'2858836' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWMB' 'sip-files00053.tif'
5013c345783b5ec66f34216859c2df4d
0ee0f3470b223d6d35ae67517e9eafff5826e343
describe
'1379' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWMC' 'sip-files00053.txt'
3cdf1cde45bab1190a835086a5ccb607
00af44e81ea13d3c2b381c0034904bfd81ca8eda
describe
'9741' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWMD' 'sip-files00053thm.jpg'
4ddb6fa9332636fb47762e4a76b935ba
0695dd9d5db42df585fac9a47b84a6b760e81559
describe
'358178' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWME' 'sip-files00054.jp2'
5b7f0f59e70e05bdcc52853b76d24d49
c06cee84410094fb60a49b5a92b63ab7bd782694
describe
'153656' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWMF' 'sip-files00054.jpg'
5d301dea3c745e06a74d3e8e3f677d96
fa491ca524316cd1ea4386893c89d0dc3609a43c
describe
'47100' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWMG' 'sip-files00054.pro'
964f5807e8a5564c492897911bb5c0a2
1885b7557c1bd39a25583c024f5350bca762de24
describe
'45856' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWMH' 'sip-files00054.QC.jpg'
39b227e14974c8e0afa5a74d2c9ed8a7
ef93cf6fadd531f57e391b3a76a67c400b2f701e
describe
'2875268' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWMI' 'sip-files00054.tif'
0315ccd5d61c737db9ec15877edce144
835631ac5ecfe76118369823fe9173c4b8eba43b
'2011-09-19T21:26:34-04:00'
describe
'1859' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWMJ' 'sip-files00054.txt'
18fe6f7ec89e9b1a9fe24d7e2da97804
67a857f94cda72bd0cfb4245d9c9758ed43bf531
describe
'10700' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWMK' 'sip-files00054thm.jpg'
c8743c2deb324822a94f3484a2cab818
f2cc6b02693cf7b632edea3f6496ccd1b5d7cab4
describe
'352996' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWML' 'sip-files00055.jp2'
c003ef43170f7a6c2db0b8d2816cbbd7
1250a22dfb60ea2fe00e335103e73078b5f27286
describe
'161732' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWMM' 'sip-files00055.jpg'
140d5030691f78935fa0f82c19f163d5
11d65c8f8c8891e3824a7ea13ab15ae0b40a59d2
describe
'50135' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWMN' 'sip-files00055.pro'
ca92c0b018dfe9bde90e664650a00700
a2e3f7ab481079ba8b1eea550ade8db5c7d1e973
describe
'47537' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWMO' 'sip-files00055.QC.jpg'
572bca4910c3183f2ffac0b10381ff2f
0f67a1370c09cdfbc68c8577610ae021b82fbc4f
describe
'2833844' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWMP' 'sip-files00055.tif'
66be263d484f0ff1c6ba3d3d0646b635
5b1edd983a52d7cdc9554917003c0e2682fd51bb
'2011-09-19T21:25:56-04:00'
describe
'2001' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWMQ' 'sip-files00055.txt'
e39eb2bb136d8a47146f7eb620314e10
20623d478b20450b0cd9b3d70b420431f3d8abb9
describe
'11060' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWMR' 'sip-files00055thm.jpg'
7cd0b9b532e842dee46515d1b5426b41
0fe3bba2248293d8c7bd9ffd66d98c388a80d95b
'2011-09-19T21:25:28-04:00'
describe
'359238' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWMS' 'sip-files00056.jp2'
a66d692c2f8e5a968958a9fffe67533d
9a9fc0c0ec02b1cf8391270eca8589bf8bde1581
describe
'148187' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWMT' 'sip-files00056.jpg'
2ad26b8e21ecaf1bc4eea383a756af88
11ed578a26c7a03450bb8c7d93c43a80a10cb85e
describe
'46388' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWMU' 'sip-files00056.pro'
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describe
'43854' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWMV' 'sip-files00056.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2883464' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWMW' 'sip-files00056.tif'
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describe
'1842' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWMX' 'sip-files00056.txt'
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describe
'10473' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWMY' 'sip-files00056thm.jpg'
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describe
'355236' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWMZ' 'sip-files00057.jp2'
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describe
'141833' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWNA' 'sip-files00057.jpg'
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describe
'43739' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWNB' 'sip-files00057.pro'
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describe
'42164' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWNC' 'sip-files00057.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2851484' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWND' 'sip-files00057.tif'
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describe
'1749' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWNE' 'sip-files00057.txt'
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describe
'10045' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWNF' 'sip-files00057thm.jpg'
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describe
'361238' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWNG' 'sip-files00058.jp2'
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describe
'152271' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWNH' 'sip-files00058.jpg'
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describe
'34322' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWNI' 'sip-files00058.pro'
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describe
'42703' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWNJ' 'sip-files00058.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2900276' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWNK' 'sip-files00058.tif'
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describe
'1403' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWNL' 'sip-files00058.txt'
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'2011-09-19T21:26:36-04:00'
describe
'10197' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWNM' 'sip-files00058thm.jpg'
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describe
'353412' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWNN' 'sip-files00059.jp2'
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describe
'167674' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWNO' 'sip-files00059.jpg'
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describe
'51068' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWNP' 'sip-files00059.pro'
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describe
'48977' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWNQ' 'sip-files00059.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2836988' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWNR' 'sip-files00059.tif'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWNS' 'sip-files00059.txt'
bafea25e9220fbf3d7df1b0498de9fe9
a87d27338b00d8b7661dfdf9c0a2e23ffae28b23
'2011-09-19T21:25:03-04:00'
describe
'11312' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWNT' 'sip-files00059thm.jpg'
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describe
'359219' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWNU' 'sip-files00060.jp2'
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describe
'156878' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWNV' 'sip-files00060.jpg'
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describe
'48792' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWNW' 'sip-files00060.pro'
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describe
'45517' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWNX' 'sip-files00060.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2883448' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWNY' 'sip-files00060.tif'
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describe
'1937' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWNZ' 'sip-files00060.txt'
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describe
'10845' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWOA' 'sip-files00060thm.jpg'
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describe
'355535' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWOB' 'sip-files00061.jp2'
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describe
'159859' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWOC' 'sip-files00061.jpg'
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describe
'50257' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWOD' 'sip-files00061.pro'
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describe
'47350' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWOE' 'sip-files00061.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2853712' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWOF' 'sip-files00061.tif'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWOG' 'sip-files00061.txt'
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describe
'10809' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWOH' 'sip-files00061thm.jpg'
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describe
'363196' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWOI' 'sip-files00062.jp2'
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describe
'158723' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWOJ' 'sip-files00062.jpg'
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describe
'51030' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWOK' 'sip-files00062.pro'
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describe
'47332' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWOL' 'sip-files00062.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2915420' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWOM' 'sip-files00062.tif'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWON' 'sip-files00062.txt'
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describe
'11184' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWOO' 'sip-files00062thm.jpg'
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describe
'353411' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWOP' 'sip-files00063.jp2'
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describe
'155961' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWOQ' 'sip-files00063.jpg'
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describe
'46869' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWOR' 'sip-files00063.pro'
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describe
'46164' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWOS' 'sip-files00063.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2836860' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWOT' 'sip-files00063.tif'
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describe
'1886' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWOU' 'sip-files00063.txt'
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describe
'10978' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWOV' 'sip-files00063thm.jpg'
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describe
'350950' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWOW' 'sip-files00064.jp2'
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describe
'156679' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWOX' 'sip-files00064.jpg'
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describe
'36201' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWOY' 'sip-files00064.pro'
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describe
'43494' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWOZ' 'sip-files00064.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2817852' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWPA' 'sip-files00064.tif'
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describe
'1478' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWPB' 'sip-files00064.txt'
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describe
'10097' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWPC' 'sip-files00064thm.jpg'
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describe
'348685' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWPD' 'sip-files00065.jp2'
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describe
'173789' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWPE' 'sip-files00065.jpg'
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describe
'2714' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWPF' 'sip-files00065.pro'
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describe
'43833' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWPG' 'sip-files00065.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2798932' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWPH' 'sip-files00065.tif'
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describe
'212' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWPI' 'sip-files00065.txt'
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describe
'10855' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWPJ' 'sip-files00065thm.jpg'
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describe
'355881' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWPK' 'sip-files00066.jp2'
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describe
'15586' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWPL' 'sip-files00066.jpg'
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describe
'215' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWPM' 'sip-files00066.pro'
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describe
'3746' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWPN' 'sip-files00066.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2854908' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWPO' 'sip-files00066.tif'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWPP' 'sip-files00066.txt'
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describe
'1148' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWPQ' 'sip-files00066thm.jpg'
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describe
'356054' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWPR' 'sip-files00067.jp2'
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describe
'167502' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWPS' 'sip-files00067.jpg'
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describe
'51827' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWPT' 'sip-files00067.pro'
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describe
'49348' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWPU' 'sip-files00067.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2858244' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWPV' 'sip-files00067.tif'
bc62a3025f25f93e9fca5ed2d59c3fd6
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describe
'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWPW' 'sip-files00067.txt'
8e718a3e0efa32ea0c47f94943e0b4e4
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describe
'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWPX' 'sip-files00067thm.jpg'
88a091313a33ccd624f47cf5925b00d0
fca2ffdd0c35410574137af7691cbbcf1cc21737
'2011-09-19T21:26:33-04:00'
describe
'351849' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWPY' 'sip-files00068.jp2'
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describe
'164192' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWPZ' 'sip-files00068.jpg'
fb2ceff0b6be5d4d7d7f388ead894c8c
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describe
'48709' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWQA' 'sip-files00068.pro'
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describe
'48372' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWQB' 'sip-files00068.QC.jpg'
5cac5ab84a97378fd5807013462a8953
bef53882decabe72c8cff1c53b4b031a934b1260
'2011-09-19T21:24:55-04:00'
describe
'2824464' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWQC' 'sip-files00068.tif'
9bec529108515dc469c8b3cf5b93240b
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describe
'1998' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWQD' 'sip-files00068.txt'
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e412061d2e2c92b49d1a75b08aade6c90884ab8c
describe
'11300' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWQE' 'sip-files00068thm.jpg'
69afca0045b52f312f9101116a62f66c
2cff2b30034d6b10d1374433f466b6729142aa41
describe
'345523' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWQF' 'sip-files00069.jp2'
89176a5633da30a1b2e71e01233d6561
b02ffc5b06bf61e7f11aa28a96876cf0f687c771
describe
'137175' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWQG' 'sip-files00069.jpg'
36e7efcdf789effffe385b89546f287e
cae4511969be12d1fe84d1391963fbab5c2f28b1
describe
'32724' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWQH' 'sip-files00069.pro'
1be5532cbfbc39c817e376b5a2f6f131
d804bc061e663302cc031d06f30f2faa937859e2
describe
'40558' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWQI' 'sip-files00069.QC.jpg'
7fde36e6ebc94e685f2150e5463f54f2
13dca4ca874610f6520e105d596bbd390d687217
'2011-09-19T21:26:46-04:00'
describe
'2773536' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWQJ' 'sip-files00069.tif'
a3d26c9296473de22541651ffb299069
a17b6db36f875789080cb5365f1965ecae3a09bd
describe
'1336' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWQK' 'sip-files00069.txt'
12fbb5c551d9a4d7d9153ae43601068e
83088f471a4d687a62c4e4519c4e32b810d5e815
describe
'10442' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWQL' 'sip-files00069thm.jpg'
b54b8c28b709b8c144e2e759e4b85de4
4df61361d6ec7ffc30ec5d63d983e5d1efc950af
describe
'354714' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWQM' 'sip-files00070.jp2'
4a7a4904a44f8d62419346f339b6f07b
d27fa74d59720f08f4f53a9b2452f6e2d7447b95
describe
'154280' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWQN' 'sip-files00070.jpg'
036acf75262953e9d4eda0ddb6352e13
b525d2003ea7856281de2b69b20c309dba6de08a
describe
'47492' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWQO' 'sip-files00070.pro'
70f0f66796e57e0c35a2ddf611c65ed7
b46723a78aa19bf580001a8000a59391e99ea66b
describe
'45632' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWQP' 'sip-files00070.QC.jpg'
6e96937c7c5c6e2ada09e7bdc39ab340
7f238bad26e31cfd8b38b0fc7cb5399bc039f64a
describe
'2847836' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWQQ' 'sip-files00070.tif'
2c3ec476bc223e5098d4429ad37b029b
c63b2e18f24e72d6d4fe2a62951d2b74dfd08d90
describe
'1900' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWQR' 'sip-files00070.txt'
eaafa12811848256ee2421590c33683f
fb317124d578e7748175a53f2532623b860a54e2
describe
'11084' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWQS' 'sip-files00070thm.jpg'
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85b5dd1b759738c3176da4065bd8910a0c85f5de
describe
'329566' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWQT' 'sip-files00071.jp2'
a5112ff625ce1c1f818115a032219e36
35a38740cc45a5b4861db3fe2b5fb05db9ac362a
describe
'167965' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWQU' 'sip-files00071.jpg'
7919e76308ee4ef239f7d8c1c860bd74
8ebc0492636959a4dbe0ffe818eeba7d449ed06f
describe
'52843' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWQV' 'sip-files00071.pro'
ca7982b664bc778f99d80d344606778f
89055c634054249b68012faeb256813048a04253
describe
'50030' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWQW' 'sip-files00071.QC.jpg'
db76b6eb5240f7c3f6c6353ff1f8b995
0997964f9728ce8f822e19b7cecd87767d7b86f3
describe
'2646948' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWQX' 'sip-files00071.tif'
24d413779b74d88542dbff9e462ef38b
6560dc9633406fc9133382ceed988de85e55e2df
describe
'2153' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWQY' 'sip-files00071.txt'
319591ec81ba5020e0bab296e36a8aad
1eb2bdf4a4f6c00feccb34786d7ceddd5be62ab2
describe
'12930' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWQZ' 'sip-files00071thm.jpg'
6c533e5d475a0c9547790812155ddee8
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describe
'356064' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWRA' 'sip-files00072.jp2'
8d3a2229234d2695ec446774aad5bd5d
49585b726adb73e3a13783097c6bc84aa3552198
describe
'152356' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWRB' 'sip-files00072.jpg'
e63a8b938f80ef69b00730445b1c5a62
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describe
'47040' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWRC' 'sip-files00072.pro'
24b5ecea3a593e5346a94da6cfba1d1f
d1203dd8545f68d75ec1909c3ec8fc9dd63ce043
describe
'44928' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWRD' 'sip-files00072.QC.jpg'
47a34c01a83a4862599fc49fffd3dbdc
a0715647fc5d37236b0d8e4b0b585e32d054103b
'2011-09-19T21:25:46-04:00'
describe
'2858148' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWRE' 'sip-files00072.tif'
eb484a72fdf5d86a6fa476e34464b7af
bbe0a9c66904c80de411e9626e9f80490e0a054c
describe
'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWRF' 'sip-files00072.txt'
29db907355321b2fec3ed52b6bf9d127
b15c26e9f4a25617904b9c52d0022c4348ddf8b4
describe
'10485' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWRG' 'sip-files00072thm.jpg'
ac1c0559ce464a47c43faecc25caba4f
482dd2a1864c526f5fb1db223bd0a81bf64a0493
describe
'356053' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWRH' 'sip-files00073.jp2'
d4f08c4c47480fcbc5ca2c59c74ef890
a7247282d16ba70cf906d748eb6f45ef61ad8cb0
describe
'70760' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWRI' 'sip-files00073.jpg'
06669143d9fe3b91ff8c5a6acf751503
5c966e0e2c880be91bd190aa321b5acfd0882a76
describe
'18881' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWRJ' 'sip-files00073.pro'
b6f645bfadaeae29c839df4a45b4cebf
603c196aace6797e5d5cef3330514a3a7a65436b
describe
'20351' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWRK' 'sip-files00073.QC.jpg'
64e6f783ffee2fb5702f3f07fd0c5d4a
8443cdcbaaa70d79bb3d0be4fc53afda231ddad8
describe
'2856216' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWRL' 'sip-files00073.tif'
a9ac4a582fdd21fdb6932e2d1faaf586
9bd2282b19c85aa386366faece7e3b33f9b55489
describe
'847' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWRM' 'sip-files00073.txt'
be29b904ed7a39de8a227195aa401ce9
a9dc5c49c7924164c852f27b9c7187e6f962046c
describe
Invalid character
'5107' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWRN' 'sip-files00073thm.jpg'
a89efd2610ad0aefd2fb606ea4c3caa7
464f40dacbf2977c13531910e2e70913bdbf7f38
describe
'357096' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWRO' 'sip-files00074.jp2'
e9729a1e8a77fbeb9e0474cd5de764bc
a020ddfd02f3a70169e94fcd1f4a635dd96e4104
describe
'141275' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWRP' 'sip-files00074.jpg'
ab970014d275638fa8a8de97215b8b70
91e22cbe1e14dda5cdad84a0783e268056bde3c6
describe
'30576' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWRQ' 'sip-files00074.pro'
2ae6bb9d0bcff9c79b00fcf2f35704ad
a797284bc3175e7a9f0c9cd5054b51797451ffe4
describe
'39363' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWRR' 'sip-files00074.QC.jpg'
5ed1eb93a7b6e5e57f7da601133e5b17
3f637d3f8075d24e623548e47111840ac84501d3
'2011-09-19T21:25:34-04:00'
describe
'2866240' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWRS' 'sip-files00074.tif'
3732f3e29d82cec446f021fac9a7b492
e99338b9c9220dbdc9193faa7f8b44ecb275b9b2
describe
'1262' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWRT' 'sip-files00074.txt'
6067e2a8dadacf3380a611abc97d35ed
7c87383c25335d525de136cbd68de8f1553e4d73
describe
'9547' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWRU' 'sip-files00074thm.jpg'
2b2d9b1489e37cf53b4df4c06dd5f570
1d4cad7c1cd6a6cf03d3efbf970da8e888529c48
describe
'363128' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWRV' 'sip-files00075.jp2'
a5853cf382fb619730ab0fee3ef394d2
8b6bf913eec4fefe781154d33e690a12bee04f51
describe
'154040' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWRW' 'sip-files00075.jpg'
8833ff6f5f91e357630c45a6e6453527
3f40f19511a13d302cf0d654b9231cdc45de7667
describe
'49466' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWRX' 'sip-files00075.pro'
df3eb860994b67bbd26b9ac43a4b2e6a
b9e4e0bad4a7199ad0b62803b6d447f24e5b4938
describe
'44962' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWRY' 'sip-files00075.QC.jpg'
f790ddc27dc7970f5dc5670f83bb97a6
60347719d0cd65a72cb5db39d3b7b6e9465c88ef
describe
'2915104' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWRZ' 'sip-files00075.tif'
1b26426a50a7a14f0d8d0e7c3fbadc01
53ab853a6eda0a7da51edcb910ba1b4f787fb9c0
'2011-09-19T21:25:42-04:00'
describe
'1953' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWSA' 'sip-files00075.txt'
cd8783f0a9e0147d9966aeca7b9e1a53
2fedf0a1071bc03bf3ad4070dd0fe4e6baf2a3f0
describe
'10755' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWSB' 'sip-files00075thm.jpg'
c5828036f80072bb728e77c67b19d70c
317eaf8b2c0ac5855e662a913e7f0f4938548fcc
describe
'360291' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWSC' 'sip-files00076.jp2'
4fca4593ca65f1f46cf0c9b8ab520063
ea2329e6c86aefe8bf9fa771985201e91c09bb4c
describe
'149505' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWSD' 'sip-files00076.jpg'
6a378baa2412a30d4f4a94f727b40488
02946d755b75afb84f2400587426a647b9af171e
describe
'47841' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWSE' 'sip-files00076.pro'
ee5e719d3977f1a0005ae53b80db4192
64ae3b8fa4b88f69f407c84f56c2ae71f377b319
describe
'44039' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWSF' 'sip-files00076.QC.jpg'
c5226b3eed740b4e3226474418b4c410
f95cb3541fd1b2a1d922ab4cecf1d01c2c5f2284
describe
'2891804' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWSG' 'sip-files00076.tif'
fc09b4810d2ad8c1a10f5574c6f76399
d621fc25e0002c9729ee6f7702ad9e5f3ab17692
describe
'1904' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWSH' 'sip-files00076.txt'
f8d9ddc5b75e3e5695851924a5377ce0
f4a0233b02da5f040e18208a61d0f26a6d852f95
describe
'10735' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWSI' 'sip-files00076thm.jpg'
b7f7398a6595f6b8a7c946024dac7d37
3f2c3ea9a6bd0e976834deec87a8b9df9f0b8e9e
describe
'357344' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWSJ' 'sip-files00077.jp2'
7689e1a72ddf51c3f1b514be173f189f
bf2a2322e6f9a562f90b42f749023c271bb413c4
describe
'150677' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWSK' 'sip-files00077.jpg'
04489065aef6987ad392f1d3176146dc
c117ef1bc380dec2e37fe9a26a09710e20e81ab6
describe
'48337' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWSL' 'sip-files00077.pro'
321ee0caa9eec08f25d5e7a0273cff1f
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describe
'44388' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWSM' 'sip-files00077.QC.jpg'
e3bbddf14357b44965b809225e04b29c
6300f3e6072247cd746dd0b512b4f6f1c80d20e3
describe
'2868468' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWSN' 'sip-files00077.tif'
c9295cfd2bfc454e3bc0b9caf726a6f9
ed22ea2d1ec574513c13c93dcb9e6048c56d1749
describe
'1928' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWSO' 'sip-files00077.txt'
2dd8d847d00066f97ec9f6ca16e2522a
1ca08a83a3e030b4ef5ef9a8d2322dc69236f366
describe
'10727' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWSP' 'sip-files00077thm.jpg'
5e0452f5efd2045f146cd9baff1829eb
009380db245c900643dfb69f56fa734a4af1e679
describe
'362404' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWSQ' 'sip-files00078.jp2'
896b48122fc5177de7690fede67fdaab
f4ba792596477c62ddbf2e01b527f438da021c83
describe
'150992' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWSR' 'sip-files00078.jpg'
f3f852e3c7bc8f7ecedd1f1fdc8db0cd
7103dec30ea22192b82c0cbc2c51ba1a6809e09b
describe
'48242' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWSS' 'sip-files00078.pro'
18002f6013a6a760c76f19bf0591dbb0
07c64af50952ce852e9132d2dcdbac1f5bd8e945
describe
'44519' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWST' 'sip-files00078.QC.jpg'
ee856b2b4e1a6cf03394b79777279e24
6a3e6fbfa5ed8dcd965b8292387633ed9354ade5
describe
'2908700' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWSU' 'sip-files00078.tif'
05c10e0c64a5597a895dedafcdc01268
52879a0aabb630dbd882a464458c478916ea5605
describe
'1922' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWSV' 'sip-files00078.txt'
338a06363fcb05d291e2bd56adeab43e
afe4625af5f6a71af73d7588a64405e50031a227
describe
'10786' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWSW' 'sip-files00078thm.jpg'
65c3be483c07bf86c062803233d712b2
950a3cc950903d1c0745f899414148353914f1e7
describe
'351522' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWSX' 'sip-files00079.jp2'
274260f79b58c61fdacf573d21785078
85160539bd3feb5370c636570187ae582cf32d45
describe
'155695' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWSY' 'sip-files00079.jpg'
7e127d6a114ad4078e1f791fd80babfa
7bf42fea76e5d22569cd2cb47154ac96cd6c9560
describe
'48049' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWSZ' 'sip-files00079.pro'
6edf4507166fc7400763d61d305bd38e
284fe0ea282d94097c72f3164f34e5506d594366
describe
'46778' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWTA' 'sip-files00079.QC.jpg'
fe32e5e0c4933577a45e06090de007e5
66bee0a6a284e9e5209fb2f1ed19440c382c2319
describe
'2822004' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWTB' 'sip-files00079.tif'
e40517bbe7468d2c8f06049268fd005b
a383e68dbbb172e163eb70ff6a42934b7880320a
describe
'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWTC' 'sip-files00079.txt'
555be0b0bed54c14afe1d0d86e91e52f
43acd78448d5ffd6af86040c911dfe3562b4d62e
describe
'11307' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWTD' 'sip-files00079thm.jpg'
ecfcde3b1a65aaff107eccda2729bc22
9379a2a863955e3b081addf84ac7d92e5ce56ddb
describe
'349821' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWTE' 'sip-files00080.jp2'
61653a941c32ff567b0e099a19991157
ec7be38728be0e965c0a0fa366b5ce7d395d1f3f
describe
'76565' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWTF' 'sip-files00080.jpg'
44954c867d823d97ecde73cac2cb7f9e
3f0a1ded70681fd792d1258951094a77d4b5cb8e
describe
'18398' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWTG' 'sip-files00080.pro'
4b228c324a51d1be51fb9d0bd656a12f
3bbe3f151ceefdb47b59062eee3458d442e16f26
describe
'21562' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWTH' 'sip-files00080.QC.jpg'
d2eb97ecb4671be4029de24e27fbf9c2
d93388bf924b61360f2d314b3da0fb4e719e1fe7
describe
'2806596' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWTI' 'sip-files00080.tif'
96733da9985688595af2499f2f3a3604
92575f4757047b78d81ebf426b58fb7514626237
describe
'837' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWTJ' 'sip-files00080.txt'
0c77d96368160645e847c433fd483c02
e77ffe097701782d4ca5dfbf4deda7d907c715aa
describe
'5289' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWTK' 'sip-files00080thm.jpg'
af0a76de677ee5c5bcaf5311ca58726d
1ca3c1697245ebc03c837a1ffc1865389288c96e
describe
'359225' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWTL' 'sip-files00081.jp2'
ee13a38009a1f297b0b38ef561aa0e49
03c44a54781b23122d683334b6e6b2f235fe4626
describe
'145802' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWTM' 'sip-files00081.jpg'
a6d701cbdb6a6f4d1d688d92f7f29d04
e26b3dce2ba2d256c969f502c093dfb5827b237d
describe
'34726' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWTN' 'sip-files00081.pro'
f4896b56b6c4a14bffa2d93f9563074b
38f68e854b6c31d0f77526451c6a72ed46aeab8e
describe
'40711' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWTO' 'sip-files00081.QC.jpg'
1c6cfcecb1a693b68c41a67ac7f9faec
b0149037e6013d0f10701d6a7a383af5b94d6a9b
describe
'2883116' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWTP' 'sip-files00081.tif'
89b5fe65140b6673fc657b8385ff7feb
bf54b5cf7c91e3d6c4c33f8197d012ef769c28b7
describe
'1481' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWTQ' 'sip-files00081.txt'
1098d340d26e4dde684ed3089c6f55ad
6bbdc3825eb3d7733264f2700186e9f229ad3093
describe
Invalid character
'9449' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWTR' 'sip-files00081thm.jpg'
5db3e3247e411ac8bed6c53f868bf017
3ee011a70ccb74644a83cd4c0771b1015356eda3
describe
'348686' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWTS' 'sip-files00082.jp2'
bd91e6cdcdd5baf19e1756961c4e32de
c4cc91105ce74e341e6ac94b0f2a58d810748d48
describe
'159380' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWTT' 'sip-files00082.jpg'
5753c3090bebf07e13a6242f12696d75
ca1a04933f7e5df784660427b8063cdc8ff877ad
describe
'48382' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWTU' 'sip-files00082.pro'
e9b0221d074dcea6e206a9576c482411
217e12dfcc05eb3ea3c60b0a7d58d2bde821a778
describe
'46613' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWTV' 'sip-files00082.QC.jpg'
3add5d9c15f51f2acad6319fbc895b51
06382a3198646b893e1cd8bac124d70cc0650abd
describe
'2798900' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWTW' 'sip-files00082.tif'
1a6eb418282b07c100166b7e66ef6a8c
a49b36293ceafc88786f56a01f77e28617e6829e
describe
'1947' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWTX' 'sip-files00082.txt'
caee7955e319b2d63a4a1ff0bf1c4cbb
e928086a407152838dde97132185306c0368e522
describe
'11213' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWTY' 'sip-files00082thm.jpg'
e9f9f3232252af3f78634d22a38d0e78
87c8e90acb984d8b2e43deb4ab902a46c2625b7c
describe
'346522' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWTZ' 'sip-files00083.jp2'
a3d50fbf51914dd65c3b7d98213a8e31
bfa57a9b8b94b7bd6fd06b42ce84834bcd94a158
describe
'169051' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWUA' 'sip-files00083.jpg'
7fa8cca059cb73063bdbb03bd212578a
87a35eca8b24b8d5883d7e3bcc8cfeacccc13ad4
describe
'2211' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWUB' 'sip-files00083.pro'
caed41ff9957c773b236b43e2b22e2ab
41694150fd67ead1f1383063460bd999b7b6e06d
describe
'41618' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWUC' 'sip-files00083.QC.jpg'
7161ec686764ece1bc4c5cc42cb70acd
a3a267aa39e85286d2e2ca85929df7680e3b0a0a
describe
'2781796' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWUD' 'sip-files00083.tif'
38eef9f22f74fae53872c354cf632186
060bdcc4ef6cc9806c566b504b8ab4eaa65be2ff
describe
'230' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWUE' 'sip-files00083.txt'
15206893e57f83666cfc6937f33ae9b7
39f24629b41c2c49fac06f0762eead787dfb6fb6
describe
'10499' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWUF' 'sip-files00083thm.jpg'
a78850af707fb5e6a62d381c42aeb071
0c191a612345ba0e60f61311f1e9930db012a95f
describe
'350800' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWUG' 'sip-files00084.jp2'
084deeeb4dac9aa186dbf1a01c3e5927
60357f27cf48e5816a582b0938aa9c9e715cff4b
describe
'16497' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWUH' 'sip-files00084.jpg'
949f3cd7707eb241f28afd7c225ab32e
252064e338e68ea4ef0a1d024d0b86fdc845f735
describe
'334' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWUI' 'sip-files00084.pro'
daa7777b44a7723611b3b495d012bded
2db6ac398f9eeba2c926914771b8e42a2dfbf251
describe
'4131' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWUJ' 'sip-files00084.QC.jpg'
ae201f9225e38e10fe82c4f81138625c
b89551807865f02ae54820532ac0fa906117ad76
describe
'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWUK' 'sip-files00084.tif'
922c09e5d03fba82dbc24f7e8518cc11
30d8e35f26bcba5641492f052a42b1adfda45111
describe
'310' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWUL' 'sip-files00084.txt'
8d8b8a63ec558f6fe0b6b5af8b4dd286
a816f137e6370b48faf807b86ab10d23b7bf01a9
describe
Invalid character
'1167' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWUM' 'sip-files00084thm.jpg'
4b09551d1d4a02be68fac2911a378581
0498d097b6a4e98158d56c9258cca8634e6adc6a
describe
'348331' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWUN' 'sip-files00085.jp2'
50dd4c692a4a1f1f86cdf0e7e9492396
6c18df96691e0ecc47eda1c50f94094cae3de1c5
describe
'171471' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWUO' 'sip-files00085.jpg'
69cc8920196f639fea0829f520310a78
44bd17c916d1ff915e64a75ce69e1d2f15450122
describe
'52981' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWUP' 'sip-files00085.pro'
49060364dd09e73c9e59f05ac3f42cdf
1c48b2015c31fe81193e9b785e8f9d31175b9b85
describe
'49329' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWUQ' 'sip-files00085.QC.jpg'
5c06c6bc6dcc951f4012db676cf0a8e1
82c16b7862fa44296aa34c84221b365edd7a47bc
describe
'2796864' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWUR' 'sip-files00085.tif'
df1b5f20749960cacb65281671d5bb5f
49689b71a41b3058350c5e8370ccdd4b0e90eaff
describe
'2088' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWUS' 'sip-files00085.txt'
ab7682c08afff5bb67fa5b6d67dceb7f
01d7a0bd370667245aa5bf9e95f21cf3e2e1878f
describe
'11529' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWUT' 'sip-files00085thm.jpg'
78b6e5ea8e8a929d82dd3ad89bb7bf9e
28863fcd7f82087610e5d92370127809289103c0
'2011-09-19T21:26:19-04:00'
describe
'352877' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWUU' 'sip-files00086.jp2'
dafc68e01224030a33773c00f1c569f3
3930d8d985b2b275b37fb8ae5ee21d0a7de4507c
describe
'157090' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWUV' 'sip-files00086.jpg'
59b33c7b0a4fc618a817a0cc5bb8505d
bb294a31e242ad1a2cdd586b3719a80de18dcaeb
describe
'48671' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWUW' 'sip-files00086.pro'
5b24433ca3bdbe60a7c9b02ecee3e470
6c058ad0df39bc27fee639060f772d8bdb1a704a
'2011-09-19T21:26:31-04:00'
describe
'46949' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWUX' 'sip-files00086.QC.jpg'
76fe8903174c5c5494ac07900c555a35
a7c7d00b1ebaa0a424378b6c1ba99297ae0205f2
describe
'2832828' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWUY' 'sip-files00086.tif'
582077518d96554b012b025c3cbb32e9
9693d13987b0453dbab13a8878132b79b497f33b
describe
'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWUZ' 'sip-files00086.txt'
d96b65e582fe7fb0a1dc6ce94c6c7716
0dc96dc70f92790371526ab396e700f59b633b6e
describe
'10987' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWVA' 'sip-files00086thm.jpg'
2fe0652d702af374c947c5f41099b38c
6115d5ddd2feb27a534dd8d3919dbf83700156aa
describe
'354987' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWVB' 'sip-files00087.jp2'
eefc057c4afbbd0280b296c1fcd2c5bc
692c1c511d72b7f4017e1248d4fe6fa2444b9617
describe
'140802' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWVC' 'sip-files00087.jpg'
95d8f3f0eea9b9a9a8b6d00711d2ab72
eb272d8ba283da2ffe9ebdf11be04e0c2b05cf06
describe
'32482' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWVD' 'sip-files00087.pro'
f18d5734c3196551756cd23672b6f4b3
06816a42fc98c72c5044399feca0647a4a87a09c
describe
'40765' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWVE' 'sip-files00087.QC.jpg'
7525561d6aa1018a1fab37a62a70062b
a3e021ade6c1e8aa82a3a0c4e7c8c5d4d5c1115b
describe
'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWVF' 'sip-files00087.tif'
841cc9dc6f80e7d889530999c1cb31d9
53fc594ac4aba4bc39672638fb984ee257604d7b
describe
'1366' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWVG' 'sip-files00087.txt'
756a6cd2cbe1d033ab357a45ff4e639c
767a1df019d08a93b8816bb7f94500671acacf12
describe
'9516' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWVH' 'sip-files00087thm.jpg'
5da42b325f572f27b8c979f7ed4b5e95
3adbcc2e575a8d4c6d6c8b6215b51626e591495b
describe
'353142' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWVI' 'sip-files00088.jp2'
1896246893f6d26e5c94ec1cf0026aff
d2532cb7518963ecaafba99f937172d3a244284b
describe
'170718' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWVJ' 'sip-files00088.jpg'
85fbbf754b5afa2e639f8132072bfd4b
b5aeb26d303ce432772269ab554830be831d6c2f
describe
'53077' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWVK' 'sip-files00088.pro'
9a33dcb4b1304abd9f361b1014696412
8e777637a53f791533ec28a1bc95347a6d4ef83d
describe
'49621' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWVL' 'sip-files00088.QC.jpg'
599938507719f2aeb3db20e4e289a41c
ed603a238d6296b5c9fddab0482d90e9216a457f
describe
'2834940' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWVM' 'sip-files00088.tif'
17fa44fca57e205a218e7ed1ec803365
28220200711868386aee890123b1c87fff20000e
describe
'2077' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWVN' 'sip-files00088.txt'
e801b273f53fdb4ca09439ea239c30bf
e45148c38976a1ccad745076f37c59a91e8a899f
describe
'11162' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWVO' 'sip-files00088thm.jpg'
4d3ebb93e25cb798646a4f0fccb2097c
b5d1bd698000d680874f2ffd2141b3253b5942a3
describe
'353950' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWVP' 'sip-files00089.jp2'
850e2272116ad500e3c56c3ecf3e67fd
b8b5afad1995ba3d2941bc033a97593679131517
describe
'106874' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWVQ' 'sip-files00089.jpg'
2641e2f9a97c0441b09cb684f7641ad5
3dbe9336becc880a607e095875d41583ca928aad
describe
'30255' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWVR' 'sip-files00089.pro'
78979da3557d7901115343d4f43a46b3
58943d81eea2aeabe8f9b95c60b4342089456cdd
describe
'31073' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWVS' 'sip-files00089.QC.jpg'
647c35909e0c67e7fcbb75a5dbc4b84e
198d1fe864f6bb528521034bb6b32a10de6dcce1
describe
'2840012' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWVT' 'sip-files00089.tif'
a5de5485912af012fdeb7581aa89f465
b00c0596af74cb78d1dadd41a674f75af45d0178
describe
'1285' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWVU' 'sip-files00089.txt'
8ca81e94be4c9d8f609499b6b7881b46
f8b179e04d0668362c6c18d6772669e999d5175c
describe
Invalid character
'7204' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWVV' 'sip-files00089thm.jpg'
2ae71d7a27deedef6fae187df4ff994a
bbdd0da711a259178cd2a73c7a56b7c6c189ba36
describe
'350781' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWVW' 'sip-files00090.jp2'
bda2263b816a36d3bd5ea79e1bf47155
23ce96f0862d4b2295e71364667e81a119956d54
describe
'142044' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWVX' 'sip-files00090.jpg'
c41f3e43febfdd216d6c7cdae02b9bff
caacf25a9c7c9069191495bb4502d8a2f2e4e3b5
describe
'29749' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWVY' 'sip-files00090.pro'
c57dd1bfc9d36f7473455e50dba70524
24339ade26ca8584aadf10baf392c884aba617eb
describe
'40389' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWVZ' 'sip-files00090.QC.jpg'
1dec704dc9e2fdc0b67540cad499e278
24d665fdaa7919fc35a444f25eb5cb02f69532b6
describe
'2815536' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWWA' 'sip-files00090.tif'
5d9a63890929f0dacecba7ad3297dbe2
c94c0d4c659f68d10b1322368f816b7385b44a4e
describe
'1237' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWWB' 'sip-files00090.txt'
feab68d5949f138b7dfd1576377fea26
bfdcc9e87e292909eb8449f3e0a271f35744eaaf
describe
'10059' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWWC' 'sip-files00090thm.jpg'
4239b397e6efefda27885ad9a7b6ff71
7cb4a6915fad79fe4959fb3e73ea5eeff932ebe6
describe
'355022' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWWD' 'sip-files00091.jp2'
fcfd16bd047c6a9e21d75b8827dfe575
d2e138528c585d8a1fab8ed9656f2b18d18950b2
describe
'159233' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWWE' 'sip-files00091.jpg'
e180caecbc0a76f109b4d494c0dd4dd4
ab161c248ce48096e2f1a0353bb15a4b2b373504
describe
'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWWF' 'sip-files00091.pro'
60e33342b5349e11e676b06c371d4f90
7b19b7991a0dcb178229a9a084db0db1edee224a
describe
'47727' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWWG' 'sip-files00091.QC.jpg'
f8037a7b98fd00b666b76e59488c866d
470a33c902213c9d3f6c1927593b489e6369480c
describe
'2849512' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWWH' 'sip-files00091.tif'
ec311ef61025012a4b0fb597a9b54278
dbe9e1ed7a928ab65d6d9ce9bae9016661866671
describe
'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWWI' 'sip-files00091.txt'
bd5918332849960d20e1e925951b58f1
89730e5112439968c018aa40b3bc53a3993b5d3d
describe
Invalid character
'11151' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWWJ' 'sip-files00091thm.jpg'
b0d1bff679372b0f268fcc282dcabc5b
ba810bd7ce664ac34e45aed5a24ac3e51d0f8602
describe
'351831' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWWK' 'sip-files00092.jp2'
338d45e0c828a7e375eced0165370abc
852b5a395f91232c1a774264c6c13819437bbc90
describe
'165740' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWWL' 'sip-files00092.jpg'
ed5fa39cf0cdee3e792027b6b7bf1fc3
cf2e48998ee975a7ae4df84b87aa19672a06082a
describe
'49201' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWWM' 'sip-files00092.pro'
c81e00e3f8e16d82a892639ff0f3e4f2
7c2b03daa4040800734c08f4d7991faa13d777a8
describe
'49058' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWWN' 'sip-files00092.QC.jpg'
9e19e11319db2fc5013c23dd86770834
a8ecfd6c6a33092a40daf29bd5f7fe9b670bae65
describe
'2824412' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWWO' 'sip-files00092.tif'
e9b79aee5e8e3a466fa808e91386ef37
f54802e56d1b51f7bf5066660446cd4ea082cc9c
describe
'2022' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWWP' 'sip-files00092.txt'
88138bc3ddcc5d9007be20ce368463b6
687a820ffed0139804441a5a359059ddd144e78c
describe
'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWWQ' 'sip-files00092thm.jpg'
abf13e40c1d0c6a41ff622a8ef504368
3be1b0b01c09bcfee2a836f343c1e6f5681339a7
describe
'356075' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWWR' 'sip-files00093.jp2'
238df5e7812f07cea5bd6ecad721fbdc
a3aedd8c46bdce00e4cfb8dbf3e74029b7ee7d72
describe
'151255' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWWS' 'sip-files00093.jpg'
7db41aca059890729ef9f4fc473dd541
67ebe763039a14b2ac07c67857a41bee020a28e1
describe
'47195' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWWT' 'sip-files00093.pro'
954715b5e1899a6c488811cc0517b394
b21274a79282847bdb4d6996f0ab8cd626fccad6
describe
'45254' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWWU' 'sip-files00093.QC.jpg'
3e33e3162e382ab41fc830334a29f9e6
809ba3a5a4d322eefc384c51207fc3efc9776e62
describe
'2857856' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWWV' 'sip-files00093.tif'
097e592786aef01b5643e274efcfde64
34e9bb6d3989205d2cb396bbef47a0c876d3e8b9
describe
'1884' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWWW' 'sip-files00093.txt'
63bc8c76c39c9002e1f70819e1ea00ab
1bacc57561ff991d05ec1568792c1cb8326721a1
describe
'10848' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWWX' 'sip-files00093thm.jpg'
d798b03174d454e1aa6e850d0680d1d9
719e3e44a925aa382faeeaf0cda4165106fba6a5
describe
'358189' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWWY' 'sip-files00094.jp2'
74b69e7fe298dbea742d6afbdb296ca8
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describe
'145515' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWWZ' 'sip-files00094.jpg'
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describe
'45598' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWXA' 'sip-files00094.pro'
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describe
'43500' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWXB' 'sip-files00094.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2875036' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWXC' 'sip-files00094.tif'
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describe
'1852' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWXD' 'sip-files00094.txt'
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describe
'10832' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWXE' 'sip-files00094thm.jpg'
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describe
'360294' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWXF' 'sip-files00095.jp2'
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describe
'147900' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWXG' 'sip-files00095.jpg'
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describe
'46130' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWXH' 'sip-files00095.pro'
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describe
'42747' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWXI' 'sip-files00095.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2891748' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWXJ' 'sip-files00095.tif'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWXK' 'sip-files00095.txt'
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describe
'10055' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWXL' 'sip-files00095thm.jpg'
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describe
'355015' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWXM' 'sip-files00096.jp2'
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describe
'145920' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWXN' 'sip-files00096.jpg'
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describe
'34287' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWXO' 'sip-files00096.pro'
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describe
'41118' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWXP' 'sip-files00096.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2849392' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWXQ' 'sip-files00096.tif'
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describe
'1405' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWXR' 'sip-files00096.txt'
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describe
'9681' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWXS' 'sip-files00096thm.jpg'
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describe
'356059' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWXT' 'sip-files00097.jp2'
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describe
'163369' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWXU' 'sip-files00097.jpg'
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describe
'50349' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWXV' 'sip-files00097.pro'
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describe
'47629' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWXW' 'sip-files00097.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWXX' 'sip-files00097.tif'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWXY' 'sip-files00097.txt'
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describe
'11116' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWXZ' 'sip-files00097thm.jpg'
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describe
'349716' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWYA' 'sip-files00098.jp2'
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describe
'163451' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWYB' 'sip-files00098.jpg'
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describe
'49020' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWYC' 'sip-files00098.pro'
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describe
'48969' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWYD' 'sip-files00098.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2807408' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWYE' 'sip-files00098.tif'
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describe
'1940' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWYF' 'sip-files00098.txt'
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describe
'11415' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWYG' 'sip-files00098thm.jpg'
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describe
'356334' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWYH' 'sip-files00099.jp2'
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describe
'144763' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWYI' 'sip-files00099.jpg'
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describe
'44952' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWYJ' 'sip-files00099.pro'
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describe
'43891' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWYK' 'sip-files00099.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2860064' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWYL' 'sip-files00099.tif'
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describe
'1816' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWYM' 'sip-files00099.txt'
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describe
'10495' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWYN' 'sip-files00099thm.jpg'
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describe
'352887' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWYO' 'sip-files00100.jp2'
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describe
'51761' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWYP' 'sip-files00100.jpg'
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describe
'12275' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWYQ' 'sip-files00100.pro'
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describe
'14895' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWYR' 'sip-files00100.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2830524' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWYS' 'sip-files00100.tif'
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describe
'561' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWYT' 'sip-files00100.txt'
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describe
'3857' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWYU' 'sip-files00100thm.jpg'
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describe
'348079' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWYV' 'sip-files00101.jp2'
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describe
'163891' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWYW' 'sip-files00101.jpg'
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describe
'63185' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWYX' 'sip-files00101.pro'
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describe
'47336' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWYY' 'sip-files00101.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2795272' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWYZ' 'sip-files00101.tif'
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describe
'2853' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWZA' 'sip-files00101.txt'
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describe
'12157' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWZB' 'sip-files00101thm.jpg'
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describe
'347562' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWZC' 'sip-files00102.jp2'
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describe
'160466' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWZD' 'sip-files00102.jpg'
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describe
'62276' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWZE' 'sip-files00102.pro'
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describe
'50552' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWZF' 'sip-files00102.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2790920' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWZG' 'sip-files00102.tif'
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describe
'2726' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWZH' 'sip-files00102.txt'
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describe
'12631' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWZI' 'sip-files00102thm.jpg'
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describe
'352229' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWZJ' 'sip-files00103.jp2'
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describe
'130394' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWZK' 'sip-files00103.jpg'
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describe
'45802' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWZL' 'sip-files00103.pro'
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describe
'42134' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWZM' 'sip-files00103.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2827680' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWZN' 'sip-files00103.tif'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWZO' 'sip-files00103.txt'
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describe
'11134' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWZP' 'sip-files00103thm.jpg'
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describe
'349686' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWZQ' 'sip-files00104.jp2'
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describe
'170574' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWZR' 'sip-files00104.jpg'
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describe
'56365' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWZS' 'sip-files00104.pro'
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describe
'51895' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWZT' 'sip-files00104.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2808112' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWZU' 'sip-files00104.tif'
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describe
'2441' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWZV' 'sip-files00104.txt'
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describe
'12735' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWZW' 'sip-files00104thm.jpg'
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describe
'353940' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWZX' 'sip-files00105.jp2'
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describe
'171832' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWZY' 'sip-files00105.jpg'
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describe
'58210' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACWZZ' 'sip-files00105.pro'
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describe
'51648' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXAA' 'sip-files00105.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2841636' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXAB' 'sip-files00105.tif'
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describe
'2506' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXAC' 'sip-files00105.txt'
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describe
'13016' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXAD' 'sip-files00105thm.jpg'
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describe
'350788' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXAE' 'sip-files00106.jp2'
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describe
'163940' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXAF' 'sip-files00106.jpg'
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describe
'54842' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXAG' 'sip-files00106.pro'
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describe
'49500' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXAH' 'sip-files00106.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2816644' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXAI' 'sip-files00106.tif'
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describe
'2369' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXAJ' 'sip-files00106.txt'
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describe
'12437' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXAK' 'sip-files00106thm.jpg'
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describe
'357099' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXAL' 'sip-files00107.jp2'
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describe
'161823' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXAM' 'sip-files00107.jpg'
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describe
'50668' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXAN' 'sip-files00107.pro'
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describe
'48418' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXAO' 'sip-files00107.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2866880' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXAP' 'sip-files00107.tif'
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describe
'2184' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXAQ' 'sip-files00107.txt'
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describe
'12241' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXAR' 'sip-files00107thm.jpg'
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describe
'351827' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXAS' 'sip-files00108.jp2'
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describe
'162322' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXAT' 'sip-files00108.jpg'
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describe
'48902' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXAU' 'sip-files00108.pro'
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describe
'49147' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXAV' 'sip-files00108.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2824776' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXAW' 'sip-files00108.tif'
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describe
'2106' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXAX' 'sip-files00108.txt'
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describe
'12300' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXAY' 'sip-files00108thm.jpg'
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describe
'351854' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXAZ' 'sip-files00109.jp2'
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describe
'168760' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXBA' 'sip-files00109.jpg'
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describe
'51533' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXBB' 'sip-files00109.pro'
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describe
'49693' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXBC' 'sip-files00109.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2824888' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXBD' 'sip-files00109.tif'
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describe
'2203' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXBE' 'sip-files00109.txt'
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describe
'12918' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXBF' 'sip-files00109thm.jpg'
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describe
'351843' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXBG' 'sip-files00110.jp2'
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describe
'160267' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXBH' 'sip-files00110.jpg'
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describe
'48346' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXBI' 'sip-files00110.pro'
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describe
'50689' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXBJ' 'sip-files00110.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2825036' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXBK' 'sip-files00110.tif'
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describe
'2026' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXBL' 'sip-files00110.txt'
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describe
'12833' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXBM' 'sip-files00110thm.jpg'
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describe
'348671' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXBN' 'sip-files00111.jp2'
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describe
'181347' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXBO' 'sip-files00111.jpg'
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describe
'61537' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXBP' 'sip-files00111.pro'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXBQ' 'sip-files00111.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2799548' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXBR' 'sip-files00111.tif'
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describe
'2650' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXBS' 'sip-files00111.txt'
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describe
'12742' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXBT' 'sip-files00111thm.jpg'
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describe
'349679' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXBU' 'sip-files00112.jp2'
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describe
'164068' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXBV' 'sip-files00112.jpg'
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describe
'50778' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXBW' 'sip-files00112.pro'
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describe
'51100' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXBX' 'sip-files00112.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXBY' 'sip-files00112.tif'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXBZ' 'sip-files00112.txt'
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describe
'13038' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXCA' 'sip-files00112thm.jpg'
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describe
'349738' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXCB' 'sip-files00113.jp2'
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describe
'169202' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXCC' 'sip-files00113.jpg'
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describe
'52938' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXCD' 'sip-files00113.pro'
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describe
'52024' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXCE' 'sip-files00113.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2808016' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXCF' 'sip-files00113.tif'
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describe
'2316' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXCG' 'sip-files00113.txt'
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describe
'13433' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXCH' 'sip-files00113thm.jpg'
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describe
'345090' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXCI' 'sip-files00114.jp2'
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describe
'164787' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXCJ' 'sip-files00114.jpg'
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describe
'53876' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXCK' 'sip-files00114.pro'
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describe
'50609' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXCL' 'sip-files00114.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2770988' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXCM' 'sip-files00114.tif'
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describe
'2337' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXCN' 'sip-files00114.txt'
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describe
'12688' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXCO' 'sip-files00114thm.jpg'
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describe
'353927' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXCP' 'sip-files00115.jp2'
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describe
'158993' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXCQ' 'sip-files00115.jpg'
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describe
'59771' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXCR' 'sip-files00115.pro'
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describe
'47942' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXCS' 'sip-files00115.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2841720' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXCT' 'sip-files00115.tif'
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describe
'2720' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXCU' 'sip-files00115.txt'
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describe
'11871' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXCV' 'sip-files00115thm.jpg'
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describe
'342285' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXCW' 'sip-files00116.jp2'
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describe
'179239' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXCX' 'sip-files00116.jpg'
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describe
'76670' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXCY' 'sip-files00116.pro'
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describe
'51161' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXCZ' 'sip-files00116.QC.jpg'
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describe
'2748956' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXDA' 'sip-files00116.tif'
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describe
'3475' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXDB' 'sip-files00116.txt'
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describe
'13024' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXDC' 'sip-files00116thm.jpg'
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describe
'390041' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXDD' 'sip-files00119.jp2'
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describe
'93767' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXDE' 'sip-files00119.jpg'
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describe
'20793' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXDF' 'sip-files00119.QC.jpg'
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describe
'9368512' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXDG' 'sip-files00119.tif'
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describe
'5073' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXDH' 'sip-files00119thm.jpg'
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describe
'379097' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXDI' 'sip-files00120.jp2'
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describe
'247622' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXDJ' 'sip-files00120.jpg'
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describe
'50448' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXDK' 'sip-files00120.QC.jpg'
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describe
'9116404' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXDL' 'sip-files00120.tif'
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describe
'9537' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXDM' 'sip-files00120thm.jpg'
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describe
'57374' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXDN' 'sip-files00121.jp2'
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describe
'31784' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXDO' 'sip-files00121.jpg'
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describe
'213' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXDP' 'sip-files00121.pro'
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describe
'7506' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXDQ' 'sip-files00121.QC.jpg'
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describe
'1393180' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXDR' 'sip-files00121.tif'
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describe
'3181' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXDS' 'sip-files00121thm.jpg'
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describe
'32' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXDT' 'sip-filesprocessing.instr'
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describe
'197378' 'info:fdaE20080728_AAABDBfileF20080729_AACXDU' 'sip-filesUF00083199_00001.mets'
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CONTENTS.



CHAPTER I.

SEEKING A SITUATION

CHAPTER II.

A GuaNnce Into THE Past

CHAPTER III.

“ Sporry Jim”.

CHAPTER IV.

Two DIsMIssaLs

CHAPTER V.

New Ways or Earninc Breap

CHAPTER VL

A Tempting Bait

CHAPTER VIL.
A Hint

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6 Contents.

CHAPTER VIII.
PAGE

Bouncu Receives a Warning . z 3 : . 54

CHAPTER IX.

“Uncie Tin” Comes FOR THE CHILDREN , ; . 60
CHAPTER X.

BUNCH IS TAKEN TO THE HosprTaL . 3 5 . 65
CHAPTER XI.

A CLERGYMAN FROM BLECKLEY. i ; 3 0

CHAPTER XII.

BuncH HAS VISITORS ; : . : : Se

CHAPTER XIII.

Tur Missing Retative Founp. : : ’ . 883

CHAPTER XIV.

Mortuer Buncu ReGaINS HER CHILDREN.” . . 86

CHAPTER XV.

Happy CHANGES : 3 : : : i . 92






LITTLE BUNCH'’S CHARGE.



CHAPTER I.
SEEKING. A SITUATION.

Ir was eventide, and the gleams of the setting sun

lay like a benediction on the historic river of which

our Spencer sang, as a girl in a tattered frock hanging

from her sharp little shoulders sped along a lane-like

street fronting the Thames. She was a plain-featured
child, and her face, gaunt with hunger, looked out of

a large crape bonnet.

‘Having reached the end of the street, she stopped
before a fair-sized house with a large square window
in its lower story, in which was displayed a coffin.
Over the door hung a board on which was painted in

. white letters, ‘“ Joseph Horne, Undertaker.”

“T reckon this is where Old Coffin lives,” said
the child to herself, gazing up at the sign; and then,
slowly mounting the steps leading to the door, she rang
the bell.

Tt was answered by a thin, melancholy-looking man,
with white hair surmounted by a canvas cap.

“Your business?” he asked, in a quiet, subdued
voice, as if afraid of hearing himself speak. ‘One of
those?” pointing to the coffin.
B." Little Bunch’s Charge.

“No, sir,” she cried, hurriedly. oe ge
“Then have the goodness to tell me what you do
want, or be off,” and the old man’s shaggy white brows
twitched impatiently as he spoke in the same low

melancholy tone.

The wizened face under the gloomy bonnet looked
frightened.

“Come,” cried the old fellow, sharply, at last, his
impatience increasing, “my time is precious; I
cannot afford to stay here talking to a gal who can’t
tell what she’s come for,” and he half shut the door.

The child’s courage now returned, and bunching her
shoulders, she said quickly, her eyes fixed on her
gaping boots, “ Ifyou please, Spotty Jim—the boy wot
- brings the newspaper—told me you wanted somebody
to tell you when folks is likely to die, and ’vised me
to apply for the berth.”

“Umph!” was the laconic answer.

' “Tm sharp as a razor, and can run as fast as a
telegraph boy,” said the girl, lifting her eyes to the
man’s face.

“ One would never believe that, to look at you, and
I’ve never heard my newspaper boy speak of any
little gal,” he said, eyeing her keenly. “ Where do
you live, and whose little gal are you?”

“T lives at No. 9, Lamb’s Court,” returned the child,
eagerly, again humping her shoulders, “and I’m
nobody’s gal.”

“Nobody’s gal!” echoed the man. “Then pray
who are you?”

“Tam Mother Bunch, str.” This remarkable asser-
tion, considering her age, which, judging from her
appearance, could not have been more than ten or
eleven, coupled with the air‘of importance which she
assumed, made the old man stare at her. “I ’ave been
a mother nearly three weeks, mister, and Tibbie and

Glory are my children,” drawing herself to her full |

height. ‘‘ Sweet little things they aretoo; I am wery
proud of ’em.”
Seeking a Situation. 9

The child, in her eagerness and dignity of mother-
hood, forgot her shyness, and looked the still
astonished Mr. Horne triumphantly in the face. “ My
little Glory is just like a picter,’ she continued, her
dark eyes shining under the locks of hair that strayed
from beneath the overpowering bonnet, “and she ’as
‘air all golden, and eyes—you should just see her eyes,
mister! Tibbie is pretty too, and such a love he is.
But, lor! they eats awful, and I’ve got to feed ’em
some’ow ; that’s why I’m come to apply for the
situation. So do, please, give it me, sir.”

The little creature in her intense earnestness was

uite irresistible, and the brown eyes were so pleading
that the old man was touched in spite of himself.

“Twill think it over,” he said, shutting the door
several inches more. “Perhaps I’ll look you up
and see if what you say is true. But let me
tell you that your story is very odd and difficult of
believing. Now be off!”

“I’m going,” returned the girl, her voice trembling
with hope and eagerness. “But, please, I want you
to kuow that Mrs. Buni, the grocer’s wife, in Dart
Street, is dying. I ’eard the doctor say as I was
passing that she can’t live out the night.”

“Ah! is that so?” cried Mr. Horne, thrusting his
canvas-crowned head round the door, and his face,
dull as parchment, showing indescribable interest.

“ Yes, tis true, cos’ Doctor Harper said so,” answered
Mother Bunch, delighted at the effect of her. news.
“He never makes mistakes about folks going off the
hooks, I’ve heard people say?”

“Tt is pleasant hearing,” said the old man, his voice
scarcely above a whisper. ‘I know the Bunts well;
have been to their shop often. Mrs: Bunt was a
cheerful soul, and as plump as a Christmas turkey.
Dear, dear, and now dying! ‘Truly ‘in the midst of
life we are in death,’ ” and then he sighed and looked
upward. “Those Bunts will be good customers, if I -
am fortunate enough to obtain their favour,” he added,
IO | Little Bunch’s Charge.

after a silence of a minute, rubbing his long, thin hands
together. “They will want her nicely turned out—
plated handles, hat-bands, and all the ‘ furnishings.’ ”

“ Wot's furnishings?” asked Bunch, in a whisper,
er big bonnet on a level with his cap as he leaned out
towards her. :

“Fine things in the undertaking line, and which com-
forts mourners’ hearts,” he whispered back. “ People
always have them who think anything of themselves.”

“The Bunts think no small bones of thetrselves,”
said Mother Bunch, “cos the young ladies play the
pianner near the window, and wear flowers and feathers
in their ’ats. And they are making a mint of money
by selling drinks over the counter,” she added.
“Spotty Jim says that their place is as paying asa
gin palace.”

“You certainly are an observing and knowing little
person,” said the man, giving vent to a chuckle,
“and I sha’n’t mind your coming to see me now and
again—on business,’ and taking a coin out of his
pocket he slipped it into her hand.

“Is Doctor Harper the only medical gent you know
in. this neighbourhood ?” he asked, as she pocketed the
coin.

“Taw, no, sir. I knows ’em every one—the
horspital and parish doctors too.”

“{ have no dealings with parish doctors,” said “Old
Coffin,” with dignity. “Iam not the parish under-
taker, little gal, and I vever undertake for anyone
who cannot afford to pay.” :

“Of course yer don’t. You are a very swell under-
taker, I knows, and charges awful for what yer does,”
cried Bunch; then seeing, as she spoke, a look of
displeasure sweep over Mr. Horne’s face, and feeling
that somehow she had put her foot into it, she
hurried on, “Yer buried my Tibbie and Glory’s real
mother. Do you remember?”

“What do you mean?” he asked, stiffly.

“Mrs. Trench, sir, late of No. 11, Lamb’s Court.
Seeking a Situation. II

I was there when you put ’er into one of them,” giving
a shuddering glance at the coffin in the window. ©

“TIT think Ido remember the person you name,”
returned the old man, rubbing his chin reflectively.
“ A little lady with yellowy hair; and if my memory
“does not fail me, she was followed to her grave by a
pale-faced gal carrying a baby thing with hair all of
a shine, like the Thames at sundown, and leading
another little child.”

“That gal was me, and them little children was my
Glory and Tibbie, that poor Mrs. Trench axed me to
look arter until Uncle Tib comes,” cried little Mother
Bunch, and the look of pride returned to her wizened
face. “So yer don’t undertake for folks who can’t:
pay ?” she asked, after a pause.

“T certainly do not,’ replied Mr. Horne, emphati-
cally. ‘Keep your eyes open, and ears too,” as the
child moved off the steps, ‘and never show your face
here unless on business. You clearly understand ? ”’

“Yes, mister. Then yer will ‘let me tout for
your”

“Tf I find I can depend on you. But I must look
you up first. Now run away.”

Little Mother Bunch ran down the steps and
vanished as the sun sank behind the tall masts of the
vessels on the Thames.




CHAPTER II.

A GLANCE INTO THE PAST.

Motuer Bunca had a strange history, and sad as it
was strange. She was a London waif, cast upon the
misery of ‘slum life when she was quite a little thing.
She had no knowledge of her parents, and believed,
poor little soul, that she had never had any! When
' she was a mere babe she was given to a drunken old
woman, known as Peggy Sot, to bring up. But
Peggy died when the child wasin her seventh year,
and from that time she had taken care of herself, how,
she only could have told. It was said by Peggy’s
cronies that the girl was the offspring of notorious
thieves, who were now paying the penalty of their
wrong-doing in Her Majesty’s prisons. Be that as it
may, Bunch—as she was called froma trick she had of
bunching her shoulders when angry or excited—was
a friendless little creature, and lived very much like
the dogs of the street, foraging just as they did for
food to eat. At the age of nine she was considered
capable of taking charge of young children whilst the
hard-worked mothers went out charing. Many a
family of little ones she had mothered for a day, and
thus earning for herself the name of little Mother
Bunch. Sometimes a garment—almost past wearing,
it was true, but still a garment—was given her, for
which she was most thankful.
A Glance into the Past. 13

When Bunch was eleven, a young woman, evi-
dently a lady, came to live in Lamb’s Court where
Peggy Sot died, and where the child, if she did not
actually live there, spent most of her time. She
was a fair woman, sweet-voiced and gentle-man-
nered, and was of quite a different class from her
neighbours. Many were the conjectures as to what
had brought her down to the necessity of living in
such a poor locality as Lamb’s Court. Mrs. Trench,
as she called herself, had very little to say to any-
one, and never went anywhere, except to a shop in
one of the better streets, where she took and fetched
needlework. On these errands she was generally
accompanied by two children, a boy of four and a girl
of three. They were both beautiful, the girl especially
so, and her exquisite little face in its setting of golden
hair was worth going miles to see; so at least Bunch
thought when she first saw her in her mother’s arms.

Bunch was a very affectionate child, and it was
quite a natural thing that she should fall in love with
the pretty children, who were as clean and neatly
clad as they were pretty. She got into the habit of
following them whenever their mother. took them out
of doors. More than once the mother stumbled over
her as she lay outside her door, whither she had come
for the simple pleasure of listening to the sweet
prattle of the little ones within.

The children soon learned to know her by sight,
and when the golden-haired girl first smiled at her,
the wait’s whole being thrilled. From that day the
pretty child filled her heart, and it was her one
longing to kiss her. It was not, however, gratified

~~ until Mrs. Trench was taken suddenly ill. The poor

young mother had noticed the waif’s deep interest in
her children, and the worshipping glances she threw
them from time to time as she followed them through
court, lane, and street. She was glad, therefore, for
her help in the hour of her need, because she had
nobody else to whom she could turn.
14 Little Bunch’s Charge.

Some children have the art of nursing born in them,
and Bunch was one of these. Her unchildlike life had
made her old before her years. She had often been
left in_ charge of young children, as we have just
remarked, and it had developed her natural gifts,
and in,a measure had fitted her to be a sort of little
mother to Mrs, Trench’s children. What the poor
young mother would have done without the girl it is
difficult to say. Of course she was unskilled, but
what she lacked in skill she made up in ardour. She
gave them their meals, washed them, amused them,
and prevailed on one of the nicest women of the court,
called Trigg, to come to and fro to the sick woman.

Mrs. Trench only lived a week after her break-
down, which the doctor said was from overwork and
semi-starvation, and most of the time she was in a
comatose state, and only became conscious a few hours
before her death; then the thought that her little
ones would be left perhaps to the mercy of an un-
feeling world oppressed her terribly.

Bunch was helpless here except to tell her that
she would take care of them and be a mother to them,
The girl was very much in earnest, and did not
realize the full meaning of her promise. A waif with
nothing of her own to give save love, promising that
she would ‘‘ mother” two little children not many years
‘younger than herself! Some such thought filled the
dying mother’s mind, for she smiled sadly, and said,
“You have a tender heart and willing hands, but
you are only a child, and want someone to mother you.
God help me!” she cried, “and befriend my small
children.”

Then, as if a.sudden inspiration possessed her, she
gathered up her remaining strength, and telling
Bunch to bring her ink and writing material from
_ the cupboard, she took the pen in her almost nerveless
hand and wrote a few faint lines. Having addresse
and sealed the letter, she gave it to the girl.

“ Post this at once,” she said. ‘‘ It will, I hope, bring
A Glance into the Past. | 5

my Uncle Tib to fetch my little children, He lives at
Bleckley in Berkshire, and as it is not far from
London, he may come, if not before I die, soon after.
In any case, I want you to stay here with my-darlings
until he comes. I cannot bear the thought of their
being sent to the workhouse even fora day. I have
a few pounds put by which will meet the expenses
of my illness, and the rest will keep you and the
children here until their grand-uncle fetches them.
Mrs. Trigg will tell you what to do when I am gone.
Now, will you promise to stay with the children until
my uncle arrives?” and her dying eyes scanned
searchingly the little wizened face shining now with
love, as it bent over to catch what the woman said, for
the voice was hardly above a whisper.

“T promise, ma'am,” Bunch answered, struggling to
keep back her tears. ‘I promise never to leave the
little ’uns and: be true to my trusé till Uncle Tib
comes, and I will take care of ’em as if they was my
wery own. I won’t let ’em go to the work’us,” and
stretching out her hand she sobbed out, “ and ’ere’s
me ’and on it, lady.”

“Thank you, dear child,” murmured the dying
woman, trying to press the small hand laid in hers,
“and may God reward you, and have you and my
precious children in His safe keeping.”

As Bunch yet'stood by the bed she heard Mrs.
Trench whisper to One she in her great ignorance did
not know, “‘ Dear Lord, I am sure Unele Tib will
come; for I have asked Thee to send him, and I also
know that Thou wilt make his heart very tender
towards my little ones, because Thou lovest them, and
hast forgiven me all my sin.”

Bunch duly posted the letter, and on her return
found that Mrs Trench had again become unconscious ;
and so she remained until the evening, when she
passed quietly away.

The kind-hearted woman who had nursed her went
to Mr. Horne, the undertaker, to arrange for the burial.
15 Little Bunch’s Charge.

She put off the funeral as long as she dared, hoping’ ::.
from what Bunch told her that the uncle would turn.
up soon, but he did not, much to the disappointment
of everybody living in Lamb’s Court. Bunch and the
children followed the poor mother to her last resting-
place, as did most of the inhabitants of the court.

Dye as she did amongst strangers, and the children
left as they were, had caused a great deal of ae
and sympathy on their behaif.

When Bunch returned to the lonely room, the little
ones clung to her and would not suffer her to go out
_of their sight. They had already begun to call her

~~. Mother Bunch,” from hearing Mrs. Trigg speak of

her by that name, and the girl felt herself a mother
indeed when she glanced at the children who had no
one to take care of them but her poor little self. No
mother could have showered more love on the little
creatures than did this poor waif, who had never
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CHAPTER IIL. .

“ sporry JIM.”

As day succeeded day and no Uncle Tib arrived, the
interest in the children, as far as the people of Lamb’s
Court were concerned, began to wane. The small
sum left after the doctor’s bill and the funeral
expenses were paid soon dwindled away, and before
Mrs. Trench had lain in her grave a fortnight every
farthing of ib was gone. The rent of the small room
becoming due, Bunch had to pawn some of the
furniture to meet it. The landlady of the house
where they lodged was the worst of her kind, and
seeing that the few things left would not fetch much
if taken to a pawnshop, told Bunch to “clear out” as
quickly as possible, and to take the children to that
very forgetful “‘ Uncle Tib.”

The girl could obey the first command, which she
did, but she certainly could not carry out the second.
For one reason, she had no money; and another, she
had no more idea where Bleckley was than the little
ones themselves. ‘The hardhearted landlady could
not tell her, neither could Mrs. Trigg. Their know-
ledge of eography was very: limited, and Berksltire
might be in Scotland or Wales, for aught they knew.

Two doors from No. 11 was a large cellar, un-
inhabited, save for rats and cockroaches, and the man
to whom it belonged, having no use for it just then,
allowed Bunch and the children to occupy it until he

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required it. It was a miserable place, damp and dark,
the only light coming from a small opening far up in
the wall, which let in the wind and rain as well. But
wretched as it was, Bunch was very grateful for it, and
told the little ones it was better than having no place

at all. Mrs. Trigg helped Bunch to bring the few be-
longings of the children into the cellar, lighted a fire,
and made them as comfortable in the dingy place as
was possible. She was exceedingly poor herself, hav-
ing a large family of young children and a lazy hus-
band, who drank the greater part of her earnings. She
could not afford to give away even a crust, and Bunch
knew it, but out of her exceeding poverty she gave
the children half a loaf of bread, and went to bed
supperless herself.

Even with this help Bunch felt very sorrowful
when she laid down beside her charges that night.
The wind howled all the night, and the rain beat into
the cellar, and the rats scampered about. She lay
awake thinking how she was to supply two hungry
little children with food every day.

“Mrs. Trench said that God would reward me and
’ave us in His keeping,” said the girl to herself.
“Wotever did she mean? I wish I knew. Does

., keep mean hiding? I knows I keep away from the

perlice when I ’elps myself when I’m hungry.”

The outlook did not seem any brighter when the
day-dawned. The wind and the rain had departed
with the night, but the sunlight, dimly lighting the
darkness of the cellar, and shining on its mouldy
walls, only made her more miserable, for to her con-
sternation she found that the rats had eaten up the
bread the woman had given her the previous evening.
- The children awoke at the usual time, and as usual
wanted their breakfast. Bunch had nothing to give
them to eat, and the little ones began to cry.

“ Never mind, darlings ; we'll go and search for —
somethink to eat,” she cried, wiping Glory’s wet face,
“and if we can’t find anythink, we'll twig a bit of
“ Spotty Jim.” 1g

somethink from somewhere. We musin’t let ‘the
bobby see wot we does, or they’ll pop us into jail.” -

“Only naughty people doe dare,” said Tibbie,
shaking his head. “ Weis good, Muvver Bunch.” © |

Bunch laughed. “I don’t b’lieve yer understand,
little ’un, except that yer wants yer. breakfast, which
them nasty rats have eat.”

The girl took from the children’s scanty wardrobe
a small grey coat, red knitted cap, and a blue jacket
and hood, which she had seen them wear when out
with their mother. Her heart swelled with pride
when she dressed the boy in his cap and coat, and.
Glory in her hood and jacket. :

Tibbie looked bonnie in his outdoor garments. He
was a very handsome boy, as dark as his small sister
was fair, and the red cap only made his young
beauty all the more apparent. As for little Glory, she
was quite too lovely in her little jacket and hood to
be a real child, Bunch thought. ~

“ A proud mother, I am,” said the girl, as she led
the little ones up the stone steps leading anto the
court. ‘ There ain’t their equal for beauty hereabouts,
I knows!”

The Hast-end sparrows were picking up their break-.

fast in the gutters as Bunch and her charges sallied .-

forth in search of theirs.

In vain the children looked for food in the
neighbourhood of Lamb’s Court, and Bunch, feeling
that nothing eatable was to be found there, made her
way to the Thames. She thought that the life on the
river would make the children forget their hunger—at-
least, for a time.

It was 4 bright morning in early spring, and the sun-
beams glittered on the water, which in some parts was
crowded with shipping of all sorts and sizes, from the
Hast Indiaman down to the clumsy black river barge.’
Tibbie was delighted. with all he saw, and his large
speaking eyes were as bright as the sunbeamed water ;
and little Glory not only stretched out her tiny hands

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20 . Little Bunch’s Charge.

-in, the sunshine, but smiled at everything and every-
body, to the delight of more than one old salt as he
‘rolled along the banks of the river.

In one of the streets leading down to the water,
Bunch stopped before an old-fashioned shop window.
The fresh air blowing up from the river had only
increased the children’s hunger, and they had begun
again to cry for their breakfast. So, to divert their
thoughts, she had brought them to see the pictures in the
windows. One of them was a transcript of Sir Joshua
Reynolds’ well-known picture, “ Angels’ Heads.” She
had never seen a copy of this chef dcaeuvre before,
and was gazing at one of the lovely little faces peeping
out of the cloud, when a rough, heavy hand was laid
on her shoulder. Turning round, she saw a big, loosely-
made lad of fifteen or sixteen, his red, pock-marked
face one big smile, standing at her side. He wasa
very plain lad, without a redeeming feature, but with
all his ugliness and brick-red hair, he was kind-looking,
and his looks did not belie him. Like Bunch, he
was a wail, a wastrel he would have called himself,
having been driven by his inhuman mother from his
home at a very early age. Heand Bunch had known

. each other as far back as she could remember, and
he had often shared his: crust with her, and fought
her battles when set upon by the quarrelsome little
people of the slums.

“Tt is Spotty Jim,” cried Bunch.

“Right you are. I say, did yer steal that little bit
of a gal,” looking at Glory, “out o’ the picture in the

winder ?”

“No,” returned Bunch, laughing; “I had her given
to me, and this little man too,” resting her hand on
Tibbie’s cap.

“ Well, if that ain’t the biggest crammer I’ve heard
for some time!” cried the lad, throwing back his head
and gazing at the three from under his half-closed eyes.
“Wot’s yer game now? Thinking of tramping the
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they’ll get a fortune for yer. Got a fiddle or a
banjo? You'll want one.”

“Tis hard times, Jim,” said Bunch, regretfully, “and
one who has a family is glad to turn their ’and to
anythink, even to play a fiddle, if Thad one. ve got
to get bread for my little dears until Uncle Tib comes,”

‘Who in the world is Uncle Tib? ” asked the
astonished Jim.

“Tm tired, and if yer wants to know about that
gent and how I comed by the children, we must go
over there and sit down,” said Bunch, pointing to
some packing-cases lying on the river’s bank.

“T is so hungry,” lisped Glory, fretfully, as the
children, Bunch, and Spotty Jim seated themselves on
one of the packing-cases.

“ So is I,” cried Tibbie, ready to join in his sister’s
wail,

“Wot do the kids say ? ” asked the lad.

“They ain’t had their breakfast yet,” answered the
girl. “You see, the wind from the river has made
them feel hungry.” '

_ “ Veddy hungry,” broke in little Glory, her pretty
lips puckering for a howl.

Spotty Jim’s small red eyes looked hard at Bunch,
and then, divining how matters were from her sad,
tear-filled eyes, he jumped up and disappeared into a
shop close by. In a moment he returned with three
large buns, which he tossed into Bunch’s lap with the
words,—

“T don’t know ’ow yer comed by the little ’uns, but
they are far too pretty to be allowed to starve.”

The children rejoiced at the sight of food, but
starving as they were, they did not put it to their
mouths until they had folded their hands, reverently
bowed their heads, and whispered a grace..

“T say, wot did the kids do that for?” asked Jim,
who was watching their every movement.

“T don’t quite know,’ answered Bunch. ‘“ They
never eats nothink and never goes to sleep without
240 Little Bunch's Charge.

whispering to Somebody I can’t see. It made me feel
awful queer at first, but I am used to their little ways
now. I must tell you about Uncle Tib and how the
little dears came to be my wery own.”

“ Mother Bunch, yer a brick! I am proud of yer!”
cried Jim, when the child had finished her little story.
“Let me ’ave the honour of shaking yer fist,” and
grasping her hand, he gave it such a grip that she
cried out with pain. “TI envy yer, and wish ye would
let me be yer pardner in the matter of the little kids.
But, dang it, I’ve been down on my luck lately, and
can’t give much. Never mind; I’ll do wot I can. If
you are in any trouble wotever, you jess come to me.”

“Tis nice to ’ave a pal like you to go to in
trouble, Jim,” said Bunch, looking gratefully into the
lad’s big red face.

“Yer ain’t attacked your bun yet,” said the boy,
getting up to go. “TI know yer trick,” blinking at
her in a way all his own, and hitching up his trousers.
“You are keeping it for them little beauties,
*Tain’t wise, little pardner. If yer starve yerself and
make yerself off to the work’us. So eat yer bun, for the kids’
sakes,”

Bunch, who had put her bun behind her where
her hungry eyes could not see it, was fain to yield to
Jim’s advice, and it brought a lump to his throat to
see how ravenously she ate it. |

“ Well, I can’t stop here,” he said; “tis time I

was getting my papers.”

“T wish little gals could sell papers,” said Bunch,
with a sigh, as she swallowed her last mouthful of
bun. “We've got to live, and the little ’uns don’t
give me no opportunity to steal for ’em. You see, if
yer ain’t precious careful, the bobby would be down
on yer like anythink. I b’lieve they’ve got eyes all
over their ’eads.”

“Tt’s naughty to steal,” put in Tibbie’s sweet young
voice. “It would make God so sad if you did.”
“ Spotty Jim.” 25

Bunch and Jim exchanged glances.
“You'll ’ave to be careful of yer morals now yer
are a mainmy,” cried the lad, treating Bunch to one
of lis remarkable winks. ‘“ The little gentleman don’t

think it right of yer to pilfer, Mother Bunch.”

The girl said nothing. She had never been taught
that stealing was a sin, and she only refrained from
stealing now from fear that she would be separated
from the children. Tibbie’s remark puzzled her, and —
turning it over in her mind later, she came to the
conclusion that stedling was a habit people like Mrs.
Trench did not indulgein, perhaps because they were
better born than dwellers in courts and alleys. Any-
way, if Tibbie objected to it, certainly his mother
would have, and so for their sakes she would steal
no more, unless driven to do so by starvation.

“T don’t know wot yer will do, little pardner,” said
Jim, kindly. ‘There ain’t much a gal like you can
turn ’er ’and to except selling flowers, matches, and
that sort of thing, and you can’t do much in that line
with two little kids hitched on to yer like a canal barge,
I hope that precious Uncle Tib will soon come along.
If Mrs. Trench didn’t go off in the way she did, I
would swear you were tricked. Bunch, I wish I
could buy yer an instrument of music of some sort.
Yer might pick up a bob a week in that way then.”
Then a thought struck him: “I suppose yer don’t
know Old Coffin down in Ship Street?”

Bunch shook her head,

“ He is a rum old cove, but he ain’t a bad sort if yer
once get into his ways. He wants somebody who ain’t
got much to do to tout for ’im. Yer see, there is
competition—them is his own words—even in the
undertaking line, and he wants somebody to give him
the wink when anybody is dead or is going to die.
Yer only wants to be sharp and brisk when the
doctoring gents goes their rounds. The gal that
touted for Mr. Horne—that’s ’is proper name—took
the measles and died.”
260 Little Bunch’s Charge.

“T knows Mr. Horne,” said Bunch, quickly. “He
was the undertaker for my little *uns, real mother,
Oh ! if he only would let me tout for him, Jim.”

“Well, you can but ask him. He knows me. I
takes a newspaper to his house every Saturday, and
you can tell him I sent yer. You'll soon find out
where he lives. He has a big black board over his
shop door, and a coffin fixed up in the winder.”

“But I can’t leave the children,” said Bunch.

“I can ’elp you there,” said Jim, “and will swing
round to Lamb’s Court this afternoon sometime and
give an eye to the kids whilst you are gone,” and
slipping asixpenny-piece in Bunch’s hand, he hastened
away.

The girl gazed at the coin with bright, glad eyes,
and then spat on it for good luck.

“There is no fear of our starving to-day, nor to-
morrow, my pretties,” she said, as she too got up to go
home. “Twill be dinner-time soon, and I'll get
somethink tasty for our dinners.”

True to his word, Spotty Jim turned up in the
course of the afternoon, and after he had made friends

with the children, Mother Bunch ventured to leave
them in his care, and putting on a crape bonnet some-
body had given her to wear at Mrs. T'rench’s funeral,
she went t6 see Mr. Horne, or Old Coffin, as he was
generally styled, with what result our readers already
know.

Mr. Horne looked the children up the following
day, and finding that what Bunch had told him was
perfectly true, after having made a few inquiries,
he was not altogether displeased with her general
character, and appointed her his tout-in-chief,


CHAPTER IV.

TWO DISMISSALS,

Spring is generally a most trying season, and there
was a great deal of sickness at the time Mother Bunch
was taken into Mr. Joseph Horne’s employment.
What with following the erratic movements of the
gentlemen of the medical profession, and reporting
the results to her employer, she had quite as much as
she could do. The girl was very active in her move-
ments, and being very intelligent, she soon became an
adept at reading the doctors’ faces, and was also able
to judge of the state of the patient by the frequent
visits to a house. Whenever a patient did die and
Old Coffin was favoured with the undertaking, Bunch
was jubilant ; and so was he in his soft, melancholy
way. In fact, Mr. Horne could not help showing how
delighted he felt whenever the small white face
shadowed in the big bonnet showed itself at his door.

She certainly was the best tout he had ever
employed, for she had in a short time already brought
more custom to him than any tout ever did before.
So pleased was he that he paid her sixpence for every
person coffined.

Bunch felt that she was not only a person of
importance, but that she was actually growing rich—
so rich, that she sometimes treated ‘Tibbie and Glory

to “tripe,” and “trotters,” and sweet cakes, and
28 Little Bunch’s Charge.

hired one of Mrs. Trigg’s children to look after the
little ones while she was out on business.

Spotty Jim came as often as he could the first ten
days after Bunch had succeeded in getting “the
berth,” and he never came without bringing some-
thing for the children. He was so kind and good-
natured that they were quite as pleased to see him as
Mr. Horne was to see Bunch, only they always showed
their joy in a different way.

A. whole month went by, and May came, a cold,
wet May with little sunshine, and as yet there was no
abatement in the sickness and no sign of “ that
sloweoach Uncle Tib,” as Jim called him. Jim was
beginning to feel doubtful of that gentleman’s exist-
ence, and said that if there were such a person “ it
wasn’t likely that he would want to be bothered with
two little kids.” But Bunch, who had faith to believe
anything and everybody, said there was an Uncle Tib,
and that perhaps he was sick and would come when
he got well again. His failure to appear was not a
trouble to her now, for she and the children were able
to live, to quote Jim’s expressive language, “like
fighting cocks.”

May was half through, when Spotty Jim, for an
unknown reason, ceased coming to No. 9; and when
a whole week went by and he did not turn up, Bunch
began to fear that something dreadful had happened
to him.

One day as she was sitting on a kerbstone in one of
the streets facing the Thames to rest, after following
Dr. Harper’s uncertain movements, her friend Jim
came slowly up the street. To her surprise, he was
dressed ina bargeman’s suit, and his ungainly body
was rolling about like a ship in a storm.

Bunch had the children with her that day, for Mrs.
Trigg was sick, and her little girl had to stay at home
and look after her brothers and sisters.

Jim saw Bunch and the children, and came to them,

“Ah, there yer are, Mother Bunch! Ain't I a
Two Dismissals. 29

swell?” he asked, in a thick voice, so unlike his own
clear, ringing tones. ©

‘“‘T jess think yer are,’ she answered, slowly, still
gazing at him, ‘‘and yer voice is thick as a fog.
7Ave yer got a cold, Jim?” |

The lad uttered a silly laugh, causing Bunch to open
her eyes wider than ever.

“‘ Wotever has come over yer ? ”’ she cried, in dismay.
“Yer breath is hot enough to set the Thames on fire, and
smells like the inside of a gin-shop. You ain't taken
to the drink, ’ave yer? Wot is the cause of yer not
coming to see us these days past ?”

“Tye gived up selling newspapers, pardner,”
returned Jim, in the same thick, muddling voice, ‘ and
I’ve turned waterman.” :

“Yer ’ave turned gin man, yer mean,” said Bunch, |
severely. “You sha’n’t be a pal of mine if yer
take to the drink. Glory smells the drink too, and
don’t ’prove of yer giving ’way to sich wickedness,”
as the little child pushed him from her with her tiny
hands when he stooped to kiss her. “I thought yer
was a respectable, sober lad,” continued Bunch, “ and
fit to be my pardner in the matter of my little
children,” and she shot an angry glance at him from
her dark eyes.

“So I am,” cried Jim. “But yer don’t know
the world, my dear. A chap who ’as got promoted
must do as others do. I ain’t had more than one
glass of grog to-day. My tother pardner treated
me. So yer need not turn up that there stump of a
nose at afeller. You ain’t so good that yer can afford
to cast stones at me. If yer don’t drink yer tells lies,
’ and steals when yer gits the chance. “Tis surprising
that them youngsters,” leering at Tibbie and Glory,
“don’t turn up their pretty little noses at you.”

Bunch fixed her eyes on the tipsy lad with a fright-
ened gaze, and then, taking in the full meaning of his
words, her face went crimson. She was a good little
girl according to her lights. ,
30 Little Bunch’s Charge.

“T only stole to satisfy my innards,” she said,
lamely. ‘Yer know, Jim, that I wouldn’t thieve if
*twasn’t to satisfy the beast inside of me, wot do bite
awful when I ain’t got nothing to stop the hunger.”

Spotty Jim either could not or would not reply to
what seemed to Bunch an all-convincing argument
in her favour, and a bargee, evidently his “ tother
pardner,” hailing him at that moment, he rolled
away.

“He sha’n’t be my pal no longer,” she said to
herself, as she watched him get into’a barge on the
river. “Uncle Tib, when he cones, wouldn’t like to
see a boy what drinks loafing about his little nephew
and niece; and I hope he won’t come agin to No. 9.”

But a week later Jim came and brought with him a
small tambourine, which he struck and Jingled, to
Tibbie’s huge delight.

Bunch was at home, and although Jim was sober
enough now, she was true to her resolve, and received
him coldly. Thelad was amazed and displeased at:
his reception, for he was fond of the little girl in his
honest boyish way, and loved the little ones almost as
much as she did. At first he laughed at Bunch’s
stern, set face, and then, his slow wits taking in that
he was not wanted, he turned on her angrily.

“Tf that’s yer game, yer good-for-nothing, ungrate-
ful little hussy,” he cried, fiercely, “‘ encouraging a cove
to come to see yer one week and the next giving him
the cold shoulder, I’ll be off, and won’t come near yer
agin, mark my words,” and flinging the tambourine on
the cellar floor, he rushed up the stone steps.

Tis all along o’ Uncle Tib, who won’t come,”
sobbed poor Bunch, when the lad’s footsteps had died.
away. “Wot we are goin’ to do without Jim’s ’elp
when the folks don’t go off the hooks, I don’t know,
and they ain’t goin’ off like they did ab fir st, and Old
Coffin» is already beginning to look as black as ’is
coffins when I goes there now.”

“Won't God take more care of us then, Muvver
Two Dismissals. 31

Bunch?” asked Tibbie, drawing nearer to the girl
and gazing up into her troubled face.

“Wot do yer mean?” she asked, wiping her eyes.
‘Him yer speaks softly to afore yer goes to sleep?”

Tibbie nodded. “I don’t know nothink much about
Him, darlin’! Yer see, [ never had no larnin’,” she
added, as if to excuse her ignorance.

“ God loves little children,’ whispered Tibbie, still
gazing at Bunch. “Are you a little child?”

“No,” said Bunch, shaking her head, “ I never was
a little ’un—to be cuddled and loved, 1 mean. I never
had anybody to love me—no God nor nobody.”

“ Poor Muvver Bunch,” cried the boy, flinging his
arms round her neck. ‘I love you dearly, and Glory
does too.”

Bunch’s troubled face and tears had sorely worried
the dear little fellow, and he was anxious to comfort
her by telling her of God’s beautiful love, with which
his mother had tried to console him when his little
heart was sad; but he was much too young to tell her
how full, and broad, and all-embracing that love was—
taking her and everybody in, even the most sinfuland .,
the most degraded. me

Bunch had indeed offended Spotty Jim, for he came
no more to Lamb’s Court.

As the days slipped by the weather improved, and
before June the district where Mr. Horne lived was .
able to show a clean bill of health. This was a grief
to Bunch, for it meant starvation to her and to her little
charges, and no work to Mr. Joseph Horne. This
close-fisted old fellow no longer looked kindly at the °
pale little face under the black bonnet, and buttoned
his coat over his lean old heart when the girl ventured
to say she was hungry. ‘“ No undertaking, no pay!”
was his grim reply.

One'day Bunch took the children with her to Ship
Street, and Old Coffin at first glared at the little.
party, but when Glory did her best to make friends
with him by her coaxing little smiles, he. muttered,—


32 | Little Bunch’s Charge.

“T shouldn’t like to put a beautiful little thing like
you into a coffin, although I do think that a little
white box with a babby imside it is the prettiest
sight in the world.”

Bunch, knowing a great deal of Mr. Horne by this
time, felt that he had paid a great compliment to
Glory’s lovely little face and winning ways, and told
herself that if she could soften the heart of Old Coffin
she could almost melt a stone.

But greater surprises still were im store for Bunch
that day. Mr. Horne actually asked them to come
into his room. She had never been invited to go
beyond the shop before, and could hardly believe she
had now, until she found herself in a small room
behind the shop.

The remains of a meal stood on the table, and Glory,
childlike, stretched out her hands at the sight of food.

The old man, however, took no notice of her tiny
appealing hands, nor of Tibbie’s longing eyes, but
began to wash his cup and saucer.

“ You're growing stupid,” he said, at length, looking
straight at Bunch. “TI shall have soon to shut up shop
and retire to the workhouse. A gal who has no
business capacity is no good to me. I have made no
end of them things like you see in the window, hop-
ing they would be soon wanted. You shall see for
yourself,” and opening a door on his right, he revealed
to the children row after row of coffins.

“ T can’t help it, mister, if people won't die,” cried
‘ poor Bunch. “’Tis so unkind on’em to get well when
there is a chance of their going off the hooks. We
all feels it, mister. I don’t know ’ow me and the
children are going to keep out of the work’us neither.
Why, even the doctoring gents is beginning to look as
miserable as an ‘ undertaker,”

“T should like to sleep in one of those things,” broke
in Tibbie, looking under Mr. Horne’s arm at the rows
of coffins; “and the shavings would make a lovely
soft bed. Do rats live here?” he asked the old man.

»)
Two Dismissals. 33

“No! but my cats do,’ was the gruff answer.

“T like tats,” cried the boy, nowise abashed, “and
so does my sister. We should like to tome here and
live wiff you very much. Our cellar is so dark, and
the rats squeak awfully. And I should like a big
piece of your nice take too, Mr. Toffin,” pointing to
some cake on the table.

“Umph! you are not lacking in wants, if you are
in manners,” said Mr. Horne, eruffly again, but he
walked to the table and cut the children a large slice
of the cake, and watched them eat it with a grim
smile on his miserable-looking face.

When Bunch got up to go home the old man gave
a curious little cough, which made the girl look up at
him.

“My dear,” he said, quickly, “as you have brought
me no custom this last fortnight, I feel that I must
get another little galto workfor me. You see, I must
think of myself somewhat,” as Bunch stared at him
stupidly. :

“ Do yer mean, mister, that I am not to come here
on business again ? ”

“T do,” he said, hurriedly turning his back on her,
for he was not able to bear the look of mingled
surprise and entreaty in her small white face.

This abrupt dismissal was so unexpected and so
cruel that the poor child was quite stunned, and her ~
eyes were so blinded with tears, that she would have
stumbled as she went down the steps but for Tibbie’s
guiding hand. :

“T ’spect Pm paid out for treating poor old Jim as I
did,” she wailed. “Oh, I wish he would come back !”

“ P’1’aps God will tell him to come, if you want him,
Muvver Bunch,” said Tibbie, rubbing his soft, dark
cheek against her hand.

But the girl took no heed of his caress. She was
too much upset at her dismissal to receive comfort
from anybody just then.


CHAPTER V.

NEW WAYS OF EARNING BREAD.

Marrers were beginning to get desperate with little
Mother Bunch. She had again not only to starve
herself for the children, but had hardly any food to
appease their craving young appetites.

“The less I has the more hungry they is,” groaned
Bunch, three days after Mr. Horne had told her not to
come again; and in her distress at not being able to
give them bread, for which little Glory was begging
piteously, she actually smacked the poor mite, and then
flung herself on the cellar floor in a passion of tears.

Tibbie was alarmed at this sudden outburst, and
fearing he knew not what, caught up the tambourine
lying in a corner of the cellar, and began to thump
and shake it. As soon as the jingle of the tam-
bourine fell on the girl’s ears, she sprang to her. bare
little feet and shrieked out,—

“ Whyever didn’t I think of that there tambourine
afore? Ill bet if we play in the streets, and dance
and sing, we’ll get lots of coppers. Yer did beat out
the music beautiful, Tibbie,” and she hugged the
children for very gladness.

An hour later found Bunch and the little children
in Basset Street. They began to dance and sing with
all their might to the beating and jingling on the
- tambourine, which Tibbie handled quite skilfully, to

the delight of a small crowd which had quickly






























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New Ways of Earning Bread. 37

gathered around them. The children were bare-
headed—the day being very warm—and Glory’s
beautiful hair gleamed in the sunlight, and her large
eyes were like “twin blue stars of heaven.” As for
Tibbie, his dark curls bobbed to the music and_ his
brown smooth young cheeks were as rich as a damask
rose with excitement.

The children were undoubtediy the attraction.
Bunch herself was not in the least attractive, and her
voice as she sang had no more music than a worn-out
street organ.

When they had finished dancing and singing, she
sent Tibbie. round with the tambourine, as she had
seen the street professionals do, and to her joy she
counted three pennies, six halfpennies, and about as
many farthings. a

“Why, Tibbie,” she cried, “tis worth being sent
away from Old Coffin’s to get all this. Spotty Jim
said there was a fortune in yer, and there is. We
won’t starve now, my pritties.”

Whilst Tibbie had been collecting, Glory had begun
again to dance. She had caught up the hem of her little
blue frock as she had seen Bunch do, and her. little
feet were moving to a tune of her own, when a low-
browed, dark-faced, evil-looking man, with a barrel
organ and a monkey on his back, came on the scene.
He stood watching the child several minutes, and
then walked quickly away, returning in a short time
accompanied by a. woman dark and good-looking.

“With your training,” he whispered, “that little
‘un,” pointing to Glory, who was still dancing,
“would be worth her weight in gold.”

'.“ She would,” the woman whispered back. “She zs
beautiful! Do not let them see us noticing her. Vl
keep them in sight.”
‘They moved away, and the man, when he had
reached the end of the street, began to grind out
“Wait till the clouds roll by.”
Bunch, meantime, being more than satisfied with
XM

38 Little Bunch’s Charge.

her takings, entered an eating-house, and ordered
buns and new milk for the children and a roll and a
cup of coffee for herself.

When they had had a good feed they turned into
the next street, and performed again with yet more
fortunate results.

The children were very tired after their second
performance, for the want of food had weakened
them, and Bunch wisely thought that they had better
perform no more that day.
> As they made their way back to their own court
through a series of alleys and lanes, they were accosted
by the woman whom the organ-grinder had brought
to see Glory dancing.

* Do those little ones like lollipops? ” she asked, in
a pleasant voice. ‘They do look such little loves. I
was watching you dance just now, and thought how
well you did it. Have you been at it long?”

“No,” answered Bunch, her pinched little face
flushing with pleasure at the word of praise, unex-
pected as it was pleasing. “I never danced i in the streets
before to-day. But I means to often now, ’cos it pays.”

“Tt would pay you still better if you had a few
dancing lessons from a professional,” said the woman ;
“and this sweet child,” looking down into Glory’s up-
lifted little face, “would learn to dance in no time if she
were properly taught, and would-soon have the streets
at her feet, She has music down to her dear little toes.”

Bunch said nothing ; in fact, poor waif, she did not

know what to say.
_ “You are not related to those children, are you?
I thought not,” as the girl shook her head. “ They are
both very handsome—brother and sister, I should say,
although one-is as dark as a gipsy and the other as
fair as an angel. Are you looking after them for
their mother ? ” ;

“ Ym their mother,” said Bunch, shortly, resenting
the question. “I have to look after them till their
Uncle Tib comes.”
New Ways of Earning Bread. 39

The woman gave Bunch a comprehensive look out
of her full dark eyes. ‘ You mean the little ones are
orphans, and that you have been put in charge of
them till their friends turn up.”

“However did you know that?” cried the girl, the
woman’s chance shot taking her by surprise.

“ A little bird whispered it to me,” was the laugh-
ing rejoinder. “ Are youacquainted with Uncle Tib ?”

“ Didn’t that little bird tell yer nothink more about
us?” was the girl’s evasive answer, giving the woman
asuspicious glance. “ Forifit didn’t,I sha’n’t tellyou.”

“T am afraid you must think me inquisitive in
asking so many questions,” said the woman, unmoved
at Bunch’s rude reply. “I can perhaps explain my
interest in you by telling you I am a teacher of
dancing, and that I do not like to see real talent lie
hidden for want of bringing it to the front. I watched
you and this child,” letting her hand wander over Glory’s
bright little head, “ dancing just now, as I told you, and
I followed you to make a suggestion and an offer.”

“ Wot does yer mean ?” asked Bunch.

“That I should like to give you and this little one
a few dancing lessons.”

“But we ain’t got no money to pay yer,” said the girl.

“T would disdain to take money from a poor child
like you, if you had any,” said the woman. “I am
quite willing to teach both of you for nothing. I am
an orphan myself, and know what it is to suffer hunger.
I can feel for others,” she continued, as Bunch stood —
‘ staring up at her, astonished both at the kindness and
the offer, “ and I loveall children, especially when they
are pretty, as these little ones are. I once had a dear
golden-haired, violet-eyed little sister,” she said, in a
low, sad voice, “ but the angels fetched her away.”

“Like they did our own muvver,” put in Tibbie’s
clear young voice.

“ Ah! you poor little darling,” the woman ejacu-
lated, and the tears that had already sprung to her
eyes dropped on Glory’s shining head.,
40 Little Bunch’s Charge.

Three pairs of eyes large with pity gazed at this
sad-voiced stranger, and Bunch’s lips trembled as she
said, “I am ever so sorry for you. IJshould feel just
like you do if anybody was to take away my little dears.”

The woman made no reply, but gave the girl’s hand
a sympathetic squeeze, and that expression of sym-
pathy won her warm young heart.

“Well, then,” said the woman, after a pause, “ you

are going to accept my offer?”
. Oh, yes, ma’am,” returned Bunch, gratefully. “But
- we lives in a cellar, and the cellar is ’most as dark as
a chimney,” troubled at the thought that she had no
fit place to invite this kind-hearted woman to come.

“That's rather unfortunate,” said the woman, who
had not been slow to notice what an impression she had
made on this little waif of the London streets. ‘Never
mind; we must manage it somehow. You have some
friends, I suppose?” giving her face a searching look.

- “Yes,” answered Bunch; “ Mrs. Trigg, for one, and
there are lots of others in our court who would stick
up for my little dears, ’cos of their having only me for
a mother. Why does you ask?”

The woman smiled to herself, and bending her head
as if in deep thought, she said, ‘I think, dear, all
things considered, that it will be better for you to
come to me for your dancing lesson. I daresay we
live within walking distance of each other. Iam at
present staying at No.151, Darrow Street, St. George’s.
‘When you come to see me, please ask for Beta. I
want you to come to-morrow afternoon at half-past °
four. Be sure you do not forget to come and that the
number of the house is 151; mind, I shall expect you.
Now I must tear myself away, as I have a professional
engagement at six, and it is after five now. One
word before I go. Do not say anything to anybody
—not even to your friend Mrs. Trigg—of the little
kindness I am anxious to do you,” and thrusting a
paper of sweets into little Glory’s hands, she hurried

AWAY.


CHAPTER VI.

A TEMPTING BAIT. :

Darrow Street was some distance from where Bunch
lived, and a very wicked place it was; shut in by
narrow, dirty lanes and alleys, it was one of the
filthiest streets in the Hast-end.

In this place of wickedness and vice Bunch and the
children found themselves ten minutes before the time
appointed by the woman. It was a hotafternoon, and
the women of the street were ina very quarrelsome
mood. ‘Some of them were fighting like fiends out-
side one of the public-houses, while others were hang-
ing. about, and cries of their unhappy babies mingled
with the shrieks of the women, Men were lying about
drunk in every direction, and what was still more
awful, guile young lads and girls were sleeping the
heavy sleep of drunkards on door steps and in gutters,
and were the butt of swarms of almost naked children.

Sailors of all nationalities were to be seen inside and
outside the various public-houses and foreign cafés in
the street, which, although shut in by other streets,
was of considerable size, and Tibbie was not far from
tears as he heard some of them gibbering away in a
language unknown to him, and saw their violent
gestures.

Familiar as Bunch was with slum life, she was quite
Shocked at some of the sights she saw and things she
42 Little Bunch’s Charge.

heard as she came up the street, and she wished she had
not brought. the children. When she came to the house
where Beta told her she was staying, and found that .
it was a large public-house popularly known as the
‘Ramblers’ Rest, she felt inclined to turn back again,
and probably she would have done so had she known
that it bore a very ill name even in the neighbourhood
of Darrow Street, and was the rendezvous of all the
tramps and their kind in the parish of St. George’s.

_ It must have been drawing near the tramps’ supper
time when the children entered the long stone-flagged
passage of the Ramblers’ Rest, for odours of beef-
steaks, mutton chops, herrings and haddocks, and
other dainties dear to the Hast Londoner pervaded
.. the. place, and made the tired, hungry children feel
‘ more hungry. |

* Wot little dears,’ ejaculated a man, whose face
bore the marks of drink, and was most brutal-looking.
“ Beta, ye’re wanted,’ he shouted, in answer to
Bunch’s inquiry for that individual.

“ Ah, there you are!” said the woman, appearing
at the door of the general room, which was filled with
men and women of all sorts and conditions, some of
whom were dancing to the strains of a squeaking
fiddle. “I thought you were a person of your word.
Go upstairs,” she said in Bunch’s ear, as scores of
inquiring eyes were turned on the children, “and go
into the room on your right; Tl be up in a minute.”

Bunch was only too glad to obey, and mounted the
stairs as quickly as she could, for she had Glory in
her arms, and ‘Vibbie was clinging to her ragged
skirts. In her confusion, she turned to her left, and
found herself in a room about eight feet square, in
which were the fixtures of what seemed a Punch-and-
Judy show. In front of the framework sat a care-
worn woman of about forty, who, as the children

entered, was intent on touching up Punch’s faded ~

cheeks with vermilion. A growl from a pug dog at
her feet made their presence. known.
A Tempting Bait. — 43

“ What do you want ?” she asked, looking up. “ Beta,
did you say? The lady of that name has her room
- the other side of the landing. - Having a look at

Punch ?” noticing Tibbie’s eyes glued on that inte-
resting gentleman. “ ‘Mrs. Judy and her babies are on
the drum behind you.”

“And the baby is in a little coffin,” aid Bunch,
turning round. “And there’s the undertaker,”
looking downatalong-legged, black-coated doll, stuck
against the side of the drum. “ Ain’t hea tito aie
looking old cove—just like our Old Coffin, white wig
‘choker, and all.”

“This is not the room on the right, » said a voice at
the door. “Iam quite ready to give you your lesson,
ma chere.” nnn

“You had better go quick,” said the woman,’
pointing with her brush to the door. “ Beta and her
man are the cocks of the walk here, and she is not the
person to be kept waiting,” she added, in a lower key,
as the children seemed reluctant to go. ‘ You can
come in again and see Punch-and-Judy, if you like.”

“You should go where you are told,” said Beta,
when they were seated in her room, which was rather
larger than the one they had just lett, and there was
an ugly frown on her brow which did not improve
her appearance. “ My man will be up in a minute,”
she added, as Bunch did not speak.

“Dare is a monkey,” exclaimed Tibbie, who let
very little escape his big brown eyes. “ What a dear
little thing.”

“Me ’faid,” cried Glory, as the little beast, finding
himself noticed, made a grimace. “Me wants to doe -
home, Muvver Bunch.”

“ Jumbo won't hurt you, darling,” said Beta, recover-
ing herself. ‘Ah! hére comes my Billums,” and a
man, the man who had brought the woman to see Glory
dance, entered the room, carrying a dish of smoking

beef-steaks, which he set on a small round table
already laid for a meal.
A4 Little Bunch’s Charge.

“Are these the dear young people of whom you
told me? ” he asked, taking a long look at the children.
“Well,” as Beta nodded, “if they will condescend to
sup with us, they will be as welcome as summer,” and
he ducked his head in their direction.

Bunch’s hungry eyes glistened at the sight of the
dish. She and the children needed no second invita-
tion,.and -were soon seated at the table with well-
_ filled plates. before them.
| After they had cleared their plates, and were further
treated to sponge cakes, the table was pushed into a
corner, the man took his place at the organ and com-
menced playinga dancing-tune, fixing his eyes on Glory,
who as soon as the man began to play, moved her little
feet to the music. Beta watched the child for some
minutes, and then, being anxious to impress Bunch
with her accomplishments, she commenced to dance
in the most graceful style. So impressed was that
too impressionable child, that she was not only de-
lighted, but longed to become an accomplished dancer,
too, and when the woman had finished whirling round,

she was more than eager to receive her first dancing
lesson,

Bunch’s limbs were not at all pliant,and she was very
stupid at first, but Beta was patient—at least, outwardly -
so—and told her when the lesson was over that she
did wonderfully well, considering, and would, she

‘believed, be able to dance as well, if not better, than
did her teacher, if she kept at it, which pleased and
comforted her for having brought the children to such
a house as the Ramblers’ Rest.

“And now, duckie,” Beta said, turning to little Glory,
and taking hold of her tiny hand, “you must have your
lessons in steps and positions,” but to everybody’s
vexation, she would not budge an inch. She was an
obstinate little creature when she liked, although, as
a rule, she was very sweet-tempered and obedient.

Beta, in despair of doing anything with the child
that day, asked the man, as a kindness to herself, to
A Tempting Batt. 45

give Tibbie a lesson in tumbling. He acquiesced.
willingly enough—too willingly, an observing person’ '
would have thought—and spread a square of red cloth |
on the floor for the practising. Whether the boy was’
possessed of the same spirit of perverseness as his
sister, or whether he was frightened, it is impossible
to say, but he would not consent to learn, and when
Bill insisted on his commencing, he began to howl. .

The man was exceedingly angry, and looked it, and
poor Bunch was distressed at the children’s unaccount- —
able behaviour, and said they had never been like it’.
.. before. :
“vy “They ought to be whipped !” cried the man,
savagely, and from the heavy scowl on his face he
looked as though he would enjoy doing it. :

“We ought not to expect much from such little
things the first day,’ said Beta, soothingly, seeing that
the girl was on the verge of tears. ‘ Mother Bunch,
as the children call her, made up for their ill-behaviour
and learnt her steps welland quickly ; now, didn’t she,
Bill?” a warning glance from the dark eyes flashing
across to the angry man.

“ Well, ’tis only fair to allow that she did,” said the
man, in a lesssavage voice. ‘ But I can’t help feeling
a bit vexed. Here you, who are a veal professional,
earning no end of tin with yer teaching dancing, willing
and anxious to teach two little waifs for nothing, and
not one of em will do anything at all but stand up stiff
asa mast. Why, ’tis enough to make a parson swear.
But’tishard onthe big gal—I allow that; and I declare,”
bringing down his hand with such force on the organ
that the poor little monkey was nearly frightened out
of his wits, and fled from his master the length of his
chain, “if Mother Bunch goes on as she ’as begun,
comes here regular for her lessons, practises her steps
and positions, I’ll treat her to a fine frock against the
time she comes out as a full-fledged professional,”
and again he thumped on the organ, causing Jumbo
to bunch his back like Mother Bunch so often did.
46. Little Bunch’s Charge.

“ That’s my own Billums!” cried Beta, patting the
man on the back. “Your bark is always worse than
your bite. It was only this morning you were down
on me like a load of coal when I told you that I
was going to teach some poor little children to earn
their bread, and you have not only given them a nice
supper, but are now actually promising Mother Bunch
a fine frock. JI know you,” shaking her fist at him
playfully. “You are trying to outdo my little
kindness,”

“Only trying to push it on a bit, my sweetums,”
said the man, hanging his head as if ashamed of being
caught ina kind action. ‘I don’t see it ig much use
of your teaching a gal to dance if she ain’t got a bit of
finery to back it up when you’ve done with ’er. You
know as well as Ido that people think as much of a
smart get-up as they do of the dancing. The ful-lals
is half the show, and makes it successful.”

“You are right, Bill; and if Glory ever allows her-
self to be taught the art of dancing, she will want a
pretty frock too,” and she glanced at the child, who
' was standing by the window immovable as a rock.

“You want me to fork out the chink (money) to
buy the little ’un a frock as well as the big ’un; I can
see by the look in your eyes,” said the man, winking
hiseye. “ But’tis no manner of use for you to hint; I
can’t afford to give two frocks. Ain’t yow got a little
dress you can give the child?” and he looked at the
woman curiously. ao

“T have a little frock,” she returned, in a troubled
voice. “ But surely, Bill, you don’t want me to give
away that one. Do you forget that it belonged to my
little angel-faced sister with hair like her’s,” pointing
at Glory, who at that moment was a personification of
her name as she stood by the window, for the sun-
beams shining upon her brought out the brightness of
her hair and made it a nimbus of light round her
exquisite little face.

“T don’t forget, and I understands your feelings,”

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A Tempting Bait. “AZ

said Bill, slowly. ‘“ But—’ and again he gave the
woman a peculiar look.

“You think me selfish,” she said, in a voice that
seemed to betray the nearness of tears. “But you
sha’n’t have cause to think so badly of me again. I'll
pack up my little feelings, for Mother Bunch’s sake,”
and going to a box, she took out a small frock, blue and.
spangled, and held it up before the children. ;

Bunch opened both her mouth and eyes. Never
before had she seen such a wonderful garment. “’Tis
all of a glitter, like broken glass when the sun shines
on it,” she said to herself.

“When my man gives you the frock, Glory shall
have this one,” said Beta, half smiling at the girl’s
gaping admiration, “that is, ¢f you will teach her all
L teach you. I daresay you will be able to manage

the naughty little puss.”
©That I will,” cried delighted Bunch, humping her

shoulders. ‘‘She will do anythink I tell her when
we are by ourselves, and youll see that by the time
we come here again she’ll be able to do her steps and .
positions better than me.”

“T hope she will,” saidthe woman, ‘“‘ You see, dear,”
folding up the frock, “that it is very uncertain how
long we stay in this neighbourhood; and now I have
begun to teach you my art, I am anxious to do what I
can for all of you. So unless you can help me, my
little kindness will be thrown away. You will be
nowhere without them. It is the children who
will be the attraction. People’s hearts and purses
are generally open to the performances’ of little
ones.”

“How soon must we come again P” asked the girl,
when the smart little garment was put back into the
box. ;

“To-day is Wednesday. You ought to have a
lesson twice a week to begin with. I shall be
disengaged on Saturday. So come to me on that day
at half-past three.”
48 Little Bunch’s Charge.

“Will their friends let ’em?”? asked the man,
looking hard at Bunch from under his beetling brows.

“Tm me own missis,” said the child, quickly, “ and
I can come whenever you want me.”

“That is well,’ said the man, with a satisfied .
smile. “You see, my dear,” as Bunch’s expressive
little countenance showed surprise, “we ain't so
fortunate’as you in being our own master. So ’tis a
good thing for you that you can come when we are
at home.”

Both he and Beta, for reasons of their own, accom-
-panied the children out of Darrow Street, and Bunch
noticed with pride that quite a number of people cast
admiring glances at the two beautiful little ones as
they walked by the different public-houses and cafés.




CHAPTER VII,

A. HINT.

Bunew was lifted out of herself at having had her
first lesson in dancing, and she not only practised her
steps and positions diligently, but taught little Glory,
who was now quite as willing to learn as the girl to
teach her, and being a perfect little mimic, she was
soon able to do her steps better than Bunch.

The children did not now perform much in the streets,
in consequence of a hint they had received from Beta.
They danced until they had earned just enough to
satisfy the cravings of hunger. They all looked
forward, as only hungry children can, to another
. good meal at the Ramblers’ Rest.

They were not disappointed, for when they got
thereon Saturday and were climbing the stairs, Bul
came up behind them bearing a big dish of mutton

’ chops.

“?Tig the land of Goshen here, ain’t it?” he said,
with a laugh to Tibbie, who was watching him coming
up.
re And better than Punch?” said a voice from the
room on the left of the passage.

“ No,” cried Tibbie, stoutly, looking round and
seeing the Punch-and-Judy show woman in her door-
way; “I Uke Mr. Punch.”

“ Do you, dear’! There he is, then,” pointing to the

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50 ; Little Bunch’s Charge.

show still standing in the centre of the room, and Mr.
Punch himself grinning from the square window.

“ We’re having our show all fixed properly against
Henley Fair,” she said, in answer to Bunch’s
inquisitive glance. “Are you going to the fair,
Hurdy Gurdy Bill?” as that individual was passing
her door; “and are you coaching these angel-faced
little ones to take with you? They’ll be worth a
good round sum to somebody when you have trained
them to your will, won’t they?”

The man swore to himself as he and the children
entered his room. “They Punch-and-Judy people
ain’t no good,” he said, earnestly, to Bunch. ‘“ Don’t
you never go into their room. Their little dawg ’ave
got sharp teeth and bites awful, and the master of the
Punch show—the woman’s husband—is more savage
than their little dawg, so—”

“The dog is a dear little thing,” struck in Tibbie ;
“and I like the Punch-and-Judy show woman; she
has. a nice face, and I don’t fink you have, ’cause
Glory won’t kiss you.”

“ But you will like the beautiful dinner we've got
for you, Tibbie,” put in Beta, quickly, rising from her
chair to receive the children, distressed at the fearful
look on the man’s face as he banged the dish on the
table.

“Don’t go upsetting a good dinner after taking
the trouble of cooking it, Bill,” she said, putting a
staying hand on the dish, and from her manner of
speaking there was much more in her words than the
simple incident called for. ae

“Tam a big fool,” laughed he. “Now, little ’uns,
fall to, and mind you clear up the whole dishful of
cho 3.” os : a3. x if wi.
' The children, did “fall to,” and Tibbie, when he
could eat.no more, said he should like to live with Bill
always, which put everybody, except Bunch, into a
good humour, : . A,

Bunch was not herself. She was very quiet all
A Hint. 51

through the meal, and was exceedingly stupid over her
dancing lesson, which tried Beta’s patience not a
little. Fortunately for her, little Glory more than
made up for her stupidity, and did her steps in the
prettiest way imaginable. It really was a charming
sight to see the child tip-toeing and making her
graceful little curtseys, and Beta and the man were
delighted with her, promising her, as they caressed
her, that she should soon have the lovely spangled
dress.

Tibbie also behaved better after his dinner, and
graciously consented to learn to be an acrobat. Bill
spread the square of cloth as before, and put his body.
into all manner of indescribable attitudes for the
entertainment and instruction of the little fellow, who
at first was more alarmed than anything else. But he
was a boy of spirit, and did his best to copy his tutor,
and manfully kept back his tears whenever he came
down with a bang on the floor; and he had every ~
encouragement to be brave, for each time he burt
himself Beta cried, “ Bravo!” and clapped, and Glory
shouted “Bravo!” too, clapping her tiny hands in
the most fascinating manner. Liven the surly man
grunted an approval. Bunch alone was silent and
sulky.

The little ones were equal to anything that after-
noon, and Bill and Beta were so pleased with them
that she said she must put Glory into the spangled
frock, just to see how she looked in it, only she must
first have her hair brushed.

The child had a fair share of vanity, and stood with
a conscious look on her sweet face while the woman
combed out her tangled hair, which, when it was
carefully brushed, tumbled in rings of shining gold
all over her lovely little head and down the shapely
white neck. When she was robed in the dress, which,
although the material was coarse in texture, was just
the tint to set off the little one’s fair beauty and
apple-blossom complexion, oe looked. so beautiful

2D
oe Little Bunch’s Charge.

that poor little Mother Bunch forgot her sulks, and
gazed at her with open-mouthed admiration.

“My little beauty,” she cried, “yer are heaps
prittier than that picture in the winder in Gravel.
Street.”

“ She is prettier than any picture I have ever seen,”
said smiling Beta. ‘She is the prettiest little maiden
in London. town and out of it. Youre a very
fortunate little Mother Bunch. I quite envy you your
good luck in having such children. You will make
your fortune.”

“I am sure, Beta, you do not mind the great
sacrifice you aye making in giving that little frock,”
said the man, lifting “his glittering eyes from the
beautiful little child to the woman’s face.

“T am trying not to,” was her answer, and she
turned away ostensibly to hide her emotion.

Glory was so pleased with her small self in the
spangled dress that she wept bitterly when it was
taken off, and was only consoled by being told that
she should have it on again the next time she came
to the Ramblers’ Rest.

Bill and the woman went with them to the end of
Darrow Street as before, and as they were parting
told them they would be at home every day for the
next fortnight, and would like them to come every
afternoon at three o’clock.

“The oftener you get a lesson the sooner you will
be able to come out,” Beta said, in the quiet, persuasive ~
way she had. ‘“ And take my advice, dear (I speak

‘for your best interest), don’t dance in the streets any

more until I give you permission.”

“We can’t live ’pon nothink,” returned Bunch.

“‘ Of course you can’t,” the man put in, “ and here’s
a bob for you to get wot you want in the eating
line.”

“You are kind,” cried Bunch, gratefully, “If I
get on like this with so many little helps, I sha’n’t
want Uncle Tib to come,’
A Hint. . 53

“When do you expect that old gentleman to turn
up?” asked the man, with affected indifference.

“T don’t know. Mrs. Trigg says he won’t now .
after all these weeks.”

“ He is the children’s uncle, ain’t he?”

“Yes,” the girl answered, “or great-uncle, which is
pretty much the same, Mrs. Trigg told me. Is
Bleckley a long way from “London?” she asked,
suddenly.

The man and Beta exchanged glances,

“ A fairish way,” he answered. “ That’s where the
old uncle lives, ain’t it? “Tis a village up the ee
You ain’t thinking of tramping theres are you? e?

. Bunch nodded. i

“No,” returned Bunch.

“Anda good thing too. Looking fo Uncle Tib
in them parts would be like searching for a pin in a
load of hay. I suppose that old gentleman knows
where the little ones are living.”

“Yes,” returned Bunch, looking lovingly at the
children; “Mrs. Trench told him all about us,
and—”

“And that you lived at No. 11, Lamb’s Court,
Shadwell,” Beta chimed in.

“ Did that little bird o’ yours tell yer that?” asked
Bunch, in surprise.

“T§ was I who toldher,” cried Tibbie. ‘‘ Sheasked
~ me lots of questions, didn’t you, Beta?” lifting his
beautiful dark eyes to the woman’s face.

Beta laughed and looked confused.

“*T should think you were anythink but anxious for
Uncle Tib to turn up,” said the man, to hide her
confusion. “If he came, ’tis as likely as not that you
and the children would have to part. You would not
like that, Mother Bunch ?”

“Oh! I shouldn’t!” exclaimed the girl, tears spring-
ing to her eyes at the bare idea, “I b’lieve I should dio
without my two dear little children,” and she gripped
their hands very tightly as she led them away,


CHAPTER VIIi.

BUNCH RECEIVES A WARNING.

Tue coming of Uncle Tib was no longer a pleasant
anticipation to poor Mother Bunch, and the more she
thought about his coming the more she dreaded it;
and since it was within the bounds of possibility—
although Mrs. Trigg again told her that she did not
believe he ever meant to come—she longed to take the
children somewhere where he would never find them.
But the little ones were not strong. Glory was
sometimes troubled with a cough, and she dared not
run the risk of letting them sleep in the open air
(as she, poor waif, had often done) whilst they could
have the shelter of the cellar, but she was determined
to keep away from Lamb’s Court as much as she could.
Being flush of money through the kindness of Bill, ;
Bunch had very little to do except to practise her
dancing lessons, which she and little Glory did most
assiduously, generally in somebody’s back yard,
where it was quiet and not overlooked by the public.
Going to Darrow Street and back took up a good
portion of the day, and they never failed to present
themselves there at the appointed hour, and were
always sure of a welcome and a good meal.
One afternoon, as they were on their way to St.
George’s, they met Mr. J oseph Horne, who by his
dejected appearance was still doing very badly.
Bunch Receives a Warning. 55:

- Hullo, mister!” was Bunch’s greeting. “Ts trade
looking up yet?”

The old fellow shook his head dejectedly. ‘“ You are
looking flourishing,” he said, eyeing the trio. “I
think the lot of you are getting quite fat.”

Bunch laughed. ‘‘We’ve had plenty of good
lickums, mister—mutton chops, tripe and trotters,
and all kinds of fatteners. We've been in luck’s way |
ever since you turned us going. We think that that
Somebody who my little dears,” glancing down at the
children, “ speak soft to every night and morning’ ’as .
to do with our luck.

“Whatever do you mean, child?” cried Old Coffin.

« His real name is Gop,” returned Bunch, in a low,
reverent voice. “I can’t tell yer much about Hin,
mister, ’cept that He loves little uns and got His eye
*pon us. Do you happen to know Him?” she asked,
as Mr. Horne looked at her in an odd, shamed sort of
way. “I and my little dears are going into the
Perfession,’” she added, as he did not answer; “we
really are, mister,’ as he stared at her, probably think-
ing from her talk that hunger and cold had turned her
brain. “It will bea wery paying concern, I think, and
we are likely to make our fortunes and ride in a carriage
as fine as the Lord Mayor’s or the Queen’s. There is
no knowing, sir, and we may be able to give you a job
if your undertaking business don’t brighten, and—”

But Mr. Joseph Horne did not want to hear Bunch
finish her sentence, and was soon out of earshot.

When Bunch and the children reached the Rum-
blers’ Rest, she found they were half an hour before
their usual time. Beta and her man were out, and as
their door was locked, she and the children seated
themselves on the stairs to await their arrival.

Tibbie soon grew tired of sitting still, and said he
must go and see how Mr. Punch was getting on, and
the next minute Bunch heard him cry, “‘ Why, where
has the Punch-and-Judy show woman gone ?”’

“She is on her way to Henley Fair, my little man,”
56 : Little Bunch’s Charge. -

returned a voice, peculiarly low and sweet. Bunch’s
curiosity being aroused, she got up and peeped
into the room, and saw a young girl sitting on a stool
writing with her toes. She had no arms, and her feet
had to serve her instead.

“What! two children more?” she exclaimed,
catching sight of Bunch and Glory peeping in. “Walk
in! walk in, and see the girl born without arms free
and. gratis.”

Bunch obeyed with alacrity, and gazed at this
curiosity for nearly a minute without uttering a word.

“When you have done gaping, my child,” said the
oirl without .arms, patronizingly, “ I'll have a good
look at those little ones. They are pretty—very,” her
soft blue eyes travelling from Tibbie to Glory, and
from Glory to Tibbie. «eT don’t know which I shall
make a pet of—the dark or the fair. They are both
lovely and beautiful contrasts. I suppose they are the
children V’ve heard so much about, and are to be the
Infant Prodigies. My father may thank his stars
that they are to be attached to our concern. They’ll
be the attraction at all the races and fairs. JI hope,
little girl, that Bill intends giving you a big sum for
the dear little orphans.”

“Whereare your arms?” demanded Tibbie, who had
been calmly looking at the girl. “Did God forget to
stick them on when He sent you down from the sky ?”’

“You'll give me a fit, young man,” said the girl,
shrieking with laughter. ‘“ You’rea caution, you are. I
shall have to pick up my wits when we travel together.”

“T’spect God hadn’t any arms to give that girl,”
said Tibbie, lifting his sweet, thoughtful eyes to
Bunch’s face.

Bunch took no notice of the boy ; she was looking
white and frightened.

‘The girl with no arms saw what was sateen on
the poor child’s face, and she muttered to herself, “I
shall be killed ; [’ve let the cat out of the bag, there’s
no mistake.”


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“ Wot did you mean about my little dears belonging
to your concern, and travelling with you?” asked.
Bunch, fixing her steadfast eyes on the show girl’s
face. ‘ We ain’t going travelling with anybody.
The little ’uns ain’t poor little orphans. They are
mine, and I ain’t going to let anybody have ’em, and
I means to stick by ’em, so there!”

“Of course you are; I was only joking. Gurls with
no arms must have their little jokes, as well as other
folks.”

“What! got into the wrong room again ?” aid a
voice at the door, and Beta thrust her head in. “I
don’t like your going into any room in this house but

ours,” said the woman, crossly, when her own door
' closed on the children, “It is a public-house, you
know, and it is often full of strange people, especially
after the Derby.”

“JY believe that that girl in there, who ain’t got
arms, is a nasty thing,” said Bunch, looking fierce and
resentful, “though she ’as got eyes as blue as Glory’s,
and hair ’most as yeller,’ and she told Beta all the
girl had said.

The woman's face grew very grave. “’Tis a mercy
I warned you,” she said, quietly. ‘ There are a lot of
tramps staying here at present, and she is one of them,
I daresay. It was just a pack of lies what she told
you. The little ones are of no money value except to
yourself, and then only for a few years. Children soon
grow out of their prettiness.” Beta spoke so earnestly,
and with such apparent truthfulness, that Bunch’s fears
were allayed, and whenever she came to the Ramblers’
Fest she was careful to shun every room save Beta’s.

As day followed day, little Glory danced more
charmingly than ever, until it seemed to Bunch’s
loving eyes that she could even foot it better than her
teacher ; for the little one was willing enough to be.
taught by Beta herself now.

Tibbie was getting quite proficient in tumbling, and
- would not only twist his little body into a hoop, but
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could stand, without moving an eyelash, on Bill’s out-
stretched hand. Bunch, too, was not guite so stupid
at dancing, but graceful she would never be, and she
was beginning to feel that she would never become a
good dancer.

In returning from Darrow. Street one evening, they
were attracted to a square by the beating ofa drum,
and entering it, they saw to their joy that it was a
Punch-and-J udy show. A crowd had already gathered,
and Bunch had’ to stand on its outskirts, She lifted
' the boy on to some railings, and held little Glory in
her arms.

“Tis our Punch,’ whispered the little one in her
ear. “T know it is.”

“T b’lieve you're right, my lollipop,” said the girl.

When the acting was over, Bunch felt a hand on
her shoulder, and looking round, saw the careworn,
gentle face of the Punch-and-Judy show woman.

“T want to give you a warning,” she said, kindly.
“T don’t know who you are, or anything about you, but
I do know a great deal about Hurdy Gurdy Bill and
‘his woman. They are regular sharpers, my dear, and

are at their old game again. I am anxious to give
you a bit of advice, if you’re sensible enough to take
it. Whatever you do, don’t let those wicked people
get those two little children into their clutches. I
gave you a hint as to the character of Bill and Beta
‘before I left the Ramblers’ Rest, but you did not take
it. It was not so many years ago but what some
folks can remember that Bill was sentenced to a term
of imprisonment for stealing and il/-treating a little
child, not unlike that little beauty in yourarms. Beta
~was his accomplice, although it was never proved
against her—she was too clever for that—but she can
bite and snarl, in spite of her pussy cat ways. I love
children, although I never had any of my own, and I
should be sorry for them to fall into Hurdy Gurdy
Bills hands, and if you will take a would-be friend’s
advice, you will fight shy of Darrow Street and the

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Bunch Receives a Warning. 59

Ramblers’? Rest. I hope they have a mother or
somebody older than yourself to protect them, poor
little souls. My husband is beckoning me. Good-
bye, and God keep you,” and the woman was gone.

Bunch was stunned, and how she got back to ‘Lamb’s
Court, she never knew. Her white, set face fright-
ened Tibbie, and Glory looked at her with big
wondering blue eyes.

“The girl that ’as no arms didn’t tell lies,” Mother
Bunch burst out, when they were safe in their cellar ;
‘and, oh, I do wish Uncle Tib would come, or that He
who loves little children would hide us somewhere
where there ain’t any wicked Bills and Betas.”

“Do you mean the dear Lord?” asked Tibbie, draw-
ing close to the anxious little “ mother.”

‘“‘T don’t know,” answered the poor child, putting
her lean little arms round both children, and weeping
bitterly. ‘I am such anignorant little Mother Bunch.”

“Our own muvver told me and Glory that the
Lord Jesus would take care of us always, and love
us,” said Tibbie, in his comforting little way, which
was one of his charms.

“Did she?” said the girl, brightening. “Do you
think that He who has got so many names knows
that you and Glory ain’t safe from sharpers and
tramps, and bad wicked people ?”

' “What do you mean, Muvver Bunch?” asked the
little fellow, opening his eyes.

“That Bill and Beta ain't really kind, and want to
take you away from me.’

“They sha’n’t,” he exes flinging his arms round
the girl’s neck.

“Then ask Him who you speaks soft to not to let
them steal yer from me. I should break me ’eart if
they were to, darling.”

But Tibbie was too young to understand what Bunch:
wanted him to do, and Bunch was too ignorant to
explain her fears more fully. So she lay down beside
the children with a heart full of misgivings.












CHAPTER IX.

“ UNCLE TIB ”’ COMES FOR THE CHILDREN,

Bune, being now fully alive to Bill and Beta’s
intentions of robbing. her of the children, went no
more to Darrow Street, and kept away from the parish
of St. George’s. She still had a few pence left from
‘the last shilling the man had given her, and was de-
termined, before it was expended in food, to try her
lock again by ‘dancing in the streets. She looked with
dismay at her tattered frock, and wished she had
obtained the one Billhad promised her. “ But there,”
she said to herself, “I don’t believe he ever meant to
give it me. I see it all now,’ and the girl drew a
heavy sigh. “But I wish I could get a bit of finery
to put on the children,” and she thought longingly of
the blue spangled frock.
Unfortunately there was very little ciothing left,
Bunch having had to pawn most of it to buy food
for the children. Their clothes had got very faded
and dirty, and even their outdoor garments were not
decent, but the girl made them as respectable as
possible; and the second day after being warned by the
show woman, she took the tambourine and the chil-
dren in the direction of Smithfield. The weather was
not fine, and folks did not care to stand about in the
wet to watch two children performing ; although Glory
danced beautifully, and Tibbie beat and shook the
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“ Uncle Tib” Comes for the Children. 63

people, and the coins they received were not enough to
buy them a good meal. The third day they were even
more unfortunate, for it rained all day until the even-
ing. As the children turned into their own court, tired,
wet,and disappointed, they were accosted by a quaintly
attired old gentleman. He was very wrinkled, and:
his hair was snow white. -

“Can you tell me if this is Lamb’s Court?” he asked,
looking at the little party with sad, dark eyes. ,

“Wot does yer want to know for?” asked Bunch,
her heart beating against her ribs—for she. feared
who the old man was—and her eyes travelling down
from his blue swallow-tailed coat and tights to his
buckled shoes.

“You have a right to ask, seeing I am a stranger to
these parts,” he answered, in a low, quavering voice,
taking out a large silk handkerchief and blowing his
nose. “I havea small grand-nephew and niece living
here somewhere. My beloved niece, Mrs. Trench,
when she. wrote, forgot to give me the number of the
house where she was lodging.”
~ © Aye you Uncle Tib?” asked Bunch, putting her
hand to her heart to stay its beatings.

“T am, my dear,” he said, looking down into the
girl’s face, from which all colour had fled ; “and you, I
suppose, are little Mother Bunch—the good child who
befriended my dear niece’s little ones. “It ’as been a
grief that I’aven’t been able to come sooner. But ©
T’ve been ill—very ill—and I had nobody to send for
the children. I would ’ave written if I had known the
number of the house. Are these the children? ” stoop-
ing down to the little ones, “They are very young,” as
Bunch just nodded; “ and this child,” pointing with his
stick at Glory, “is the very image of her poor mother

_when she was her age. I am Uncle Tib, your great-
uncle,” he said, speaking to Tibbie, who was standing
in front of him with his small brown hands thrust into
his pockets. “Iam so glad I’ve found you without
any bother, Are you glad‘to see me, my dear?”
64. Little Bunch’s Charge.

“T don’t know,” said the boy, throwing back his
curly head.

“T live in the beautiful country where you will be
able to gather flowers and ’ear the birds sing,” making
an attempt to be friendly with the child.

“Are you really my Uncle Tib?” asked the little
_ fellow, his great brown eyes looking out distrustfully
through their long black lashes at this strange old
man. :

“T really am, my boy. Are you ready to come
with me to Bleckley? The train leaves at seven
o’clock, so we ’aven’t much time to spare.”

“Tsn’t our little Muvver Bunch doing wiff us?” he
demanded. ‘’Cause if she isn’t we shan’t doe!” he
cried, stoutly. ‘ We couldn’t leave our little muvver,’

“Tam afraid you must, Tibbie, if Uncle Tib says
so,” said Bunch, strangling a sob. “The little ’ung ain’t
safe in London now, sir,” she said, lifting her eyes to
the old gentleman, but not seeing him for tears. “You
had better take ’em. It don’t matter if my ’eart do
break; I am only a little slum gal—nobody’s gal. Tl
go and pick up their few duds. They ain’t a got
much ’cept their bed, plates, cups, and a box.”

“You can keep all that belonged to their mother,”
said the old man, following Bunch and the children ;
“and don’t fret, that’sa good girl. You must come to
Bleckley some day, and see what a beautiful house the
little ’uns have to live in. I wish my limited means
would only allow of my taking you to live with us too.”

Bunch went with Uncle Tib and the little ones to
the station. Her eyes were tearless now, but her face
was as pallid as death.

The children clung to her to the last, sobbing
bitterly, and the old man had some difficulty in loosing
their small clinging hands. But it was accomplished
at last, and they were bundled into a third class
carriage in unnecessary haste, Bunch thought; and
when the train steamed out of the station, the poor
child felt that she had now nothing left to live for,


CHAPTER X.

BUNCH IS TAKEN TO THE HOSPITAL.

Onz afternoon towards the end of August a tall,
ungainly lad stepped out of a barge just below St.
Katherine’s Docks and came up the steps. As he was
passing along the wharfs he noticed a little figure, all
the world like a bundle of rags, half lying on the ©
ground, her head pillowed on a baulk of timber, fast
asleep.

“Why, ’tis little Mother Bunch,” said the lad,
bending over the sleeping child. “ Ain’t she thin,
though ; nothing but a bag of bones! Little pardner,
wake up!” he cried, laying a large red hand on her
shaggy head. “It is me—Spotty Jim. You won't
‘ave cause to be ashamed of me now, Bunch. I ain’t
got a gin-shop inside of me now. I ’ave turned
teetotaler. You. was right to ’ave nothink to do
with a chap that made a beast of hisself. And, little
pardner,” he said, eagerly, as Bunch—for it was she—
opened her eyes and looked at him wearily, “I
knows about Him—the Lord Jesus Christ—who
your little ’uns knelt to so often. He loves us,
Mother Bunch—loves us even more than you loved
those little dears. A mission lady—JSister, we
call her—told me about Him. I do love Him.
Just think of it, Bunch: He died for us. I’ve been
longing to see yer and to tell yer about Him. Yer

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66. Little Bunch’'s Charge.

will like to know that He dont approve of chaps
. getting drunk more than you. But wot’s the matter,
pardner?” as Bunch made no response.

‘Nothink much,” said the girl, her tired eyes
resting a moment on a large ship in the docks.

“You poor little soul!” ejaculated the boy. “ Yer
look more. fit for the hospital than lying ’ere in the
hot sun. ‘ Wotever ails yer? Yer looks as if you
’ave seen trouble.” :

“So I ’ave, Jim; Iain’t cared about nothink since
my little dears went away.”

“Why ain’t yer with em, Bunch?” said the lad,
throwing himself on the ground beside the girl. “I
never thought vou would ’ave given them up to any-
body save Uncle Tib.”

“Neither I did, Jim,’ said bunch, in the same
weary voice. “Uncle Tib came for ’em weeks and
weeks ago. I don’t think he isa wery kind gent to
me,” she went on, not noticing the look of amazement
in the lad’s red eyes. ‘‘ He hardly gave me a minute
to say good-bye; and ”—her voice choking—“ I ’ave
never ’eard aught of my little dears since he tooked
’em off in the train.”

“Tt never once entered my noddle that Uncle Tib
was a showman,’ said Jim, slowly, scratching his
head.

“Neither is he, Jim. He ’as a nice home at
Bleckley, and he is a werry feeble old gent—too old to
go about anywhere, I should think,’ and then she
told the lad all that had happened. from the time he
had left Lamb’s Court in a huff “So yer don’t
wonder I was glad when Uncle Tib did come along;
for I shouldn’t have liked Bill and Beta to ’ave ’ad
my little dears. But I do miss ’em awful, Jim, and I
feels like a widder,” and the girl’s lip trembled.

“Little pardner,” said Jim, slowly and ‘solemnly,
“TJ jist believe that you ’ave been gulled out and out,
and I'll tell yer why I think so.

“ Last week my mate and I took our barge up the
Bunch ts Taken to the Hospital. 67

Thames as faras Marlow. As we ’ad to wait there
some time for goods to bring back, I thought I would
like to look round a bit. Well, I found meself in a
place where the caravans take their stand. There
was several shows there—one a big affair. It ’ad
pictures as big as barge sails hung up outside of it.
It was a painting of two little children—a boy and a
gal. A man told me that they were the pictures of
the Little Wonders—the Baby Dancer and her little
brother, the Boy Acrobat. ‘And they are little
wonders,’ he said, ‘and the little dancing gal is as
pretty as a flower.’

“Well, pardner, I thought I should like to see
the little ’uns, ’aving nothing to do. So when the
show was opened, I climbed the steps to the stage,
paid the entrance money—sixpence—and took my
seat. There was a great deal to see before the Little
Wonders made their appearance; a gal without arms,
a man with no flesh on ’is bones, a dwarf, a regular
little hop-me-thumb, and I can’t tell yer wot besides.
Just as 1 was wishing ’twas over, in came a little chap
dressed in flesh-coloured tights, his dark curly hair
kept back with a ring of gold. I can’t tell yer wot
he didn’t do, and the people clapped the place down
when he had finished. Well, he cleared out, and
before a chap could say Jack Robinson, a tiny little
critter glided into the ring, followed by the same boy
dressed in crimson and gold, his curls tumbling about
’is neck like a gal’s. “Lis a wonder to me ’ow he got
into them other clothes all in a minute, but he did.
The little maid was the wonder. You never saw
“anythink like her! Her little frock was like sunlight
over blue water, and the hair of her was just like a
cloud of gold. The boy had a tambourine in his bit
of a hand, and when he began to beat it the little gal
began to dance. And didn’t her tiny feet move
to the jingling! It made me giddy to look at
her. As her little feet moved in and out she looked
up,.and thinks I to myself, ‘I’ave seed those pretty

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blue eyes afore,’ and I was racking my brains to think
where, when she saw me, and her little voice rang out
like a flute over the ’eads of the people: ‘ Look,
bruvver, dere is Jim.’ ”

Bunch gasped, but no words came.

“The Little Wonders was, your little uns, Mother
Bunch—your Tibbie and Glory—as sure as I’m alive
and sitting ’ere,’ continued the lad, looking at the girl,
only half seeing through his half-closed eyes that her
wizened little face was growing whiter and. whiter.

«Ver are right, ’tis Jim,’ ” [shouted back, trying to
force my way into the ring, but before I could get
there a woman with a gipsy face led both of the little
*uns away.

“T went round to the caravans after the perform-
ance was over, thinking, of course, that you were there
with the children. But they wouldn’t tell me nothink
nor let me see the little uns. It never once entered
my noddle that there was anythink fishy about their
being amongst show people. I did think you might
have come out and spoke to a chap, seeing we were
pardners. And you wasn’t with ’em? Well, ’m
jiggered !”

i Then it wasn’t Uncle 'Tib who came aoe my little
dears,” said Bunch, gripping the lad’s arm, her breath
coming and going in gasps.

“J don’t believe it was. But you look awful. You
ain’t going to faint, are yer?”

Bunch did notanswer. Her. head dropped, and Jim
saw to his consternation that his “little pardner” had
swooned.

“This 1s a pretty go,” he cried, in dismay. “ Wot’s
a chap to do with a gal that looks dead as a kite.
There is a chemist’s shop up the street; I had better
take her there.”

The girl was alight weight, and Spotty Jim quickly
took her to the shop.

“This is a case for the hospital,” said the chemist,
gravely, after administering restoratives and bringing
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Bunch is Taken to the Hospital. . 69

Bunch to her senses. “The child is very ill—has
received a shock of some sort, I should say. I’ll call

a cab, if you like, and take her to the Hast London

Hospital,” as Jim looked perfectly bewildered.

.“ Urgent cases are admitted there at any hour.”

Bunch was too ill to resist, had she been so inclined,
and again became unconscious before they reached
the hospital.

Jim accompanied the girl to the hospital door, and
left a message to the effect that they must tell little
Bunch not to worry, as he—Spotty Jim—would have
an eye on all travelling caravans along his route, and
would get the little ones out of Bill’s hands, if he
died in doing it.




CHAPTER XI.

A CLERGYMAN FROM BLECKLEY.

Tue doctors had just gone the round of the wards of
the hospital where Bunch had been taken, and one of
them, Dr. Noel, the head physician, tarried behind in
the children’s ward to give special instructions to the
Sister.

“ By the way,” he said, as he was leaving, ‘“ Mother
Bunch, as you call her, is not improving as she ought.
She is wanting in recuperative powers.”

“Nurse Alison thinks the child has some mental
trouble which is retarding her recovery,” the Sister
made answer. ‘‘She is most reserved, and we cannot
get her to speak of herself. We literally know
nothing about her beyond what she told us when she
first became conscious—that her name is ‘ Mother
Bunch,’ and that she is ‘ Nobody’s gal.’ ”

“Tt is a pity she is so reticent,’’ said the great man,
his keen eyes travelling up the long ward. “ I should
be sorry for her to slip through our fingers now we
have pulled her back from the jaws of death. She wants
rousing. Ah, what lovely flowers!” catching sight of
a basket of roses on a table by the door. “ The last
of the year,”

“They have just come, and are Nurse Alison’s,’
Said the Sister, smiling,
A Clergyman from Bleckley. 71

“ From the’ young parson at Bleckley, V’ll be bound.
I am sadly afraid we shall soon lose Nurse Alison,
who is as pretty as: she“is clever—far too clever to be
tied up to a country parson,” and the doctor chuckled
to himself as he made his way down the stairs leading
to the front entrance of the hospital.

“Dr. Noel is not pleased with Mother Bunch’s
progress,” said the Sister, half an hour later, to a young
dark-eyed nurse who had come to fetch the roses.

_“T thought from his manner he was not,” said the
nurse, gravely. “And yet, what more can we do?
She takes interest in nothing, and but for the
intelligent gleam one sees in those dark eyes of hers,
one would think she was daft. It is grievous to see
the dear child. fade before our eyes like a flower
plucked from the woodlands.”

“She must be-.roused,” the Sister said, slowly.
“Those are Dr. Noel’s orders.”

“T will try her with these roses, Sister,’ returned
the nurse. “ Most children are fond of sweet-smelling
flowers,” and she moved away.

Not many minutes later the white-capped nurse
was standing by the small bed where Bunch lay,
looking almost as waxen as a St. Joseph’s lily; her
little cropped head alone showing dark against the
whiteness of the pillow.

Spotty Jim’s surprising news had indeed given a
shock to the wail’s already weakened system, and for
many days she lay at death’s door. But her mina
was clear enough now, and yet she was not getting
strong. The fact was, she wanted something outside
of herself to give her a hold on life, and that something
—although the doctors were not aware of it—was the
children, of whom she had heard nothing since her
coming to the hospital.

“ve brought you afew roses,” said the nurse,
laying a beautiful spray on her pillow. “Somebody
very dear to me sent them. He has promised to bring
_ me some grapes to-morrow,” she added, as Bunch
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barely glanced at the sweet blushing buds in their
cloud of green leaves. ‘*I must reserve a bunch for
you. He thinks there are no grapes to be compared
with Bleckley grapes.”

The pale face was animated at last, and the dark,
tired eyes opened wide.

“ My friend is a clergyman, and lives at Bleckley,
which perhaps you may not know is in Berkshire,”
continued the nurse, thankful to see her “ special case,”
as she called Bunch, beginning to show interest at
last. ‘Heis very fond of children, especially of the
Good Shepherd’s suffering little lambs. Shall I bring
him to see you?”

“Tf yer likes,’ Bunch answered. “ P’raps,” she
said, half to herself, “he'll be able to tell me about
Uncle Tib, as he lives at Bleckley.”

“Wave you ever been to Bleckley?” asked the
nurse, in surprise.

“No, maam. But my little dears’ real Uncle Tib
lives there. I ’spect your gentleman knows him.” |

“JT daresay my ‘gentleman’ does, as Bleckley is

- not a large place,” said Nurse Alison, smiling. “ He
. has been living there quite a year now. Will you tell
_ me who Uncle Tib is and about your little dears ?
They are very interesting, I’m sure.”

“T can’t now,’ cried Bunch, panting. “It hurts
meawful to speak about little Tibbie andGlory. Yer
see, they was stolen from me, and it nearly broke my
"eart.”

“You poor darling,” said the sweet-faced nurse,
bending over the bed and kissing the child. “Is it
not a comfort that the Lord Jesus knows all about
our troubles and heartaches, without having to tell Him
when we are too weak to do so?” and she stole away.

Half an hour before the patients’ tea-time the
following day, Bunch, opening her eyes, saw Nurse
Alison and a clergyman standing by her bed.

“This is Mr Hlvey, the gentleman of whom I told
you,” said the nurse, introducing her fiancé, for such

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he was. “Iam going to spare him to you for a little
‘while, whilst I go and see what ails Tommie Burt, who
is howling under the bedclothes over there,” and
again pressing her lips on Bunch’s half-glad, half-
frightened little face, she hastened away.

“So you are Mother Bunch,” said the clergyman,
dropping into a chair by the bed. “Nurse Alison
has been telling me about you, and that a friend of
yours lives at Bleckley.”’

“He ain’t a friend of mine ’zactly,” said Bunch,
slowly, drawn towards this kind-voiced, gentle-faced
stranger, and feeling that, somehow, he was a link
between her and those two lovable little creatures for
whose presence she was pining. “ He is my little dears’
uncle. Will yer please tell Uncle Tib that I couldn’t
’elp the other old gent from taking them from me, and
that I tried to be true to my trust?” and her white
lips quivered.

“Twill gladly, if you will tell me his surname,” said
the young clergyman, kindly.

“[ don’t think he ’as any name except Uncle Tib.
Don’t yer know him, mister?” and Bunch, half
fearing from Mr. Elvey’s manner that he did not, was
on the borderland of tears.

“T daresay I do,” he said, soothingly, “for I am
the rector of the parish, and know everybody in it.
So if you will tell me all you can about him, I will give
him your message.”

Bunch was by no means willing to do this, and it
was not without much questioning that he got her to
tell him her little story; but when she was prevailed
on to do so, he was deeply interested and touched;
indeed, some parts of this little tragedy of human life
moved him to tears.

“You'll be able to tell Uncle Tib about Tibbie and
Glory now, won’t yer, mister?” said Bunch, when all
was told.

“T only wish I could have that privilege, dear little
child,’ returned the clergyman, regretfully. “ But I
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am sadly afraid ‘Uncle Tib’ never had any existence,
save in the imagination.”

“Does yer mean that Mrs. Trench made it up, as
Spotty Jim said she did?” cried poor Bunch, quick to
see what Mr. Hlvey meant, and the sob in her weak
little voice touched him to the quick.

“T am afraid it was the outcome of a fevered brain,
my poor little girl,” returned the clergyman, gravely.
“People when they are ill sometimes imagine all
kinds of strange things. No mother in her right
mind who really loved her children would ask a small
child like yourself, friendless and homeless, to take
the entire charge of two tiny children even for a few
days. She would have given theminto the care of
somebody older.”

“But she lay like a dead log till the last day!” broke
in Bunch ; “ and when she woke there was only me in
the room,” and her voice choked with sobs.

“You poor little soul,” said Mr. Elvey, his voice
almost as unsteady as Bunch’s. “ Don’t cry, dear,”
taking hold of her hand. “ We will do allin our power
to get possession of the children. I am a member of
the National Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to
Children, whose business is to rescue children out of
the hands of unscrupulous persons who have no right
to them, and we will not fail to get these people
punished, if they deserve it.”

“Then yer knows where my pritties are?” said
Bunch, hope stealing back into her eyes.

“T do not, my child. But the Lord Jesus—the
Friend of little children, you know—does.”

“That Somebody my Tibbie talked to some-
times?” asked the girl eagerly.

“Yes, Mother Bunch. Our Lord knows every-
thing, and is acquainted with all our ways. Do
you know the loving Saviour, my child?” and the
gentle face looking down on the wasted little form
was very earnest.

“I knows loads more about Him since I came here,
A Clergyman Svom Bleckley. 75

answered Bunch, her eyes meeting his gladly. “ She,”
pointing to Nurse Alison, who was sitting a little apart
from them nursing a sick boy, “told me about Him.
I always listened with my eyes shut like doors, but I
took it allin. I likes Him ever so, ’cause He is good
and kind, and died on the Cross to save little gals and
boys, and I'll like Him heaps more if He will kindly
tell me where my dears are. Does yer know Him,
sir??

“ I do indeed, little Mother Bunch,” said Mr. Elvey,
and the child wondered at the thankful look that
leaped into his kind eyes.

“Well, then, will yer ask Him, please, to be quick
and bring’emto me? Tell Him that my poor little ’eart
will break if He don’t make haste. She said that He
is ever so kind,” she whispered to herself; “and I
don’t think He’ll mind hurrying up a bit for a little
sick gal.”

“ Bunch,” said the clergyman, bending over the
bed, “shall we tell our Lord about libbie and Glory,
and ask Him to do what you want?”

“Ask Him!” cried Bunch, clasping her hands.
“Ts He anywhere about? ”

“He is here, and has been here all the while we have
been talking to each other, dear child, and is more
anxious about the children than even you or I.”
Before Bunch could get over her astonishment, he was
kneeling beside the bed with folded hands and bowed
head, and then, after a silence of a minute, he began to
speak in a low, reverent voice to Him whose presence
is ever nigh and whose help is ever ready.

Bunch folded her hands too, and listened half-awed,
but not one word of the petition escaped her, and
when Mr. Elvey ‘rose from his knees, she whis-
pered,—

“T reckon He—the dear Lord—won’t lose no time
now, and my pritties will be here in a jifly.”

“ He will bring them back to you in His own good
time, Bunch. You will try te be patient a little
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longer, won’t you? His message to you is, ‘ Rest in
the Lorn, and wait patiently for Him.’ Nurge Alison
. will explain what I mean,” as Bunch showed by her
face that she only dimly understood. “Now I must
say good-bye, as I have to go to St. Katherine’s Docks.
When you are troubled about those dear little children,
don’t forget that the Good Shepherd is with them, and
with you too. Pray this prayer, dear child: ‘O Gop,
save Thy little ones out of the wicked hands of those
who hold them, and help Thy servants to seek them and
save them, for the Lord Jesus’ sake,’ ” and the clergy-
.man left her repeating, with trembling lips and
intense earnestness, the simple petition.






CHAPTER XII.

BUNCH HAS VISITORS.

Tus following day was Sunday, when the friends of
the patients were allowed to visit them. THarly in the
afternoon visitors began to arrive, and Bunch watched
them go to the different beds with mingled feelings,
A big sigh escaped her at the thought that she was the
only child in the ward who had no relatives to brighten -
her bedside. Nurse Alison, who was ever on the
waich to comfort her dear. little patients, was not slow
to notice Bunch’s sad little face, and came at once to
her'side. ~
“Mr. Hlvey went to see an aunt of his—Sister
Margaret, of St. Katherine’s Docks,” said the nurse,
standing beside the bed, ‘and he sent.a message to
you to say that he is almost sure Sister Margaret
knows your friend Spotty Jim. Yes, ‘ my gentleman’
told me about him,” as Bunch looked surprised,
“and of your befriending those dear little orphaned
children, and what a brave little mother he thinks you,
and how true you were to your trust! We are,
I assure you, more than proud of our little Mother
Bunch. It really is quite wonderful that a small girl,
with no home or friends, should have kept two litle
mites somany weeks. I feel sure you starved your-
self for them, and this, no doubt, is the cause of your
illness, No wonder you broke down at last, you poor
78 Little Bunch’s Charge.

child. The wonder is that you are alive! Sister
Margaret is so interested in you, that she is coming to
see you the first hour she can steal from her poor
people.”

“Yer said the lady knows my pal Jim!” cried
Bunch, lifting herself up on her elbow. “’As she
seen him lately ? ”

“Not for some weeks. She has been sorely troubled
at his absence from the mission-room, fearing from
‘his non-attendance that he has again yielded to his old
temptation—drink. She was so hopeful of him, Bunch,
and he seemed such an honest lad.”

“He és, nurse. P’r’aps he has gone to look for my
little ’uns,” said the girl, nodding her head. “ Why,
nurse,” flinging out her arms, “there he is, and Old
Coffin too,” and Nurse Alison, looking towards the
door, saw an ungainly lad, with a shock of brick-red .
hair, slouching up the ward between the beds, followed
by a tall, melancholy-featured old man in rusty black,
wearing a silk hat, with a deep crape band.

She went to meet them to conduct them to Bunch’s

bedside.
“dim would not come alone,” said Mr. Horne, bow- .
ing low, “and he persuaded me to come with him. I
wanted to see the little gal too,” he added, in his most
melancholy tones, which were really signs that he was
delighted to come on hisownaccount. “I hopeI find
you better, my dear,’ looking down at Bunch, who
was already grasping one of Jim’s big horny hands.

“ Your little friend is really better,” said ‘the nurse,
answering for her patient, “ and is delighted to see you,

«I am sure. Only a few minutes ago she was quite sad
at having nobody to come and see her. Weren’t you,
Mother Bunch? ”

“Mother Bunch”. only smiled. She was full of
wonder at Mr. Horne’s condescension at paying her
a visit. “‘P’r’aps,” thought she, “that as I am so very
bad, he wants to measure me before’and,”’ and she.
eyed him very suspiciously.
















































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Spotty Jim was in the meantime taking stock of his
“little pardner.” He was very shy of her, and held
her hand as if he were afraid it would break. She was
not quite the same Bunch, somehow. Her spotless
surroundings, the bright red bed-jacket she wore, her
pale face, which her iliness had spiritualized, seemed
to lift her far above him. He was both shy and
awkward, and it was some time before he could speak
at all.

“Little pardner,” he blurted out at last, “I guess
you’ve been a-waiting to ’ear about the little ’uns.
No, I ain’t got much to cheer yer, as Bunch gazed up
_ at him with all the soul in her eyes. “TI ain’t cotched
sight of ’em since yer was brought to this swell place ;
but I’ve met a person wot’as. She knows yer! She
is the Panch-and-Judy show woman ; I met her on the
tow-path above Richmond. Yer see, I was that anxious
about them little critters that I axed every tramp I came
across if they could tell me where the Little Wonders
—the Baby Dancer and the Boy Acrobat—was to be
exhibited. The Punch-and-Judy woman was the only
one who took an interest in my question. Seeing
she was a kind soul, I told her why I wanted to know.
She was all in a minute eager to tell all she knowed,
and said ’ow thankful she shall be when the pretty
little things was got out of the ’ands of the brutes who
‘as got’em. She said they was too valuable to their
owners to be badly treated as yet. The company they
are with is coming to Kempton Park Races next week.
They are already advertised there, she told me. I tell
you this, little mate, to comfort yer a bit, and to tide
yer over yer illness. You ’ave no need to fret about
the little ’uns one bit, dear,” as a big tear escaped from
Bunch’s eyes and rolled down her cheeks. “I’m going
from here to the docks to see Sister, who ’as—
as I told yer—a snug little mission-room where
poor chaps like me can go at any time and have a chat
with her. She is a stunner, I can tell yer, and ’Il be
sure to give a ’elping ’and in the rescue of the little

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82 Little Bunch's Charge.

dears. Mr. Horne ’as offered his ’elp too, Bunch, and
to take ’em in and do for ’em until yer are on yer legs
again.”

“ How kind of him,” murmured the child, lifting her
eyes, Swimming in tears, to the undertaker’s face. “I
thought he ’adn’t any ’eart.”

“He ’as though, though you wouldn’t never think
it to look at ’im. Old Coffin ain’t ’alf bad. ’Tis only
’is rusty, grasping old ways. He'll be different now,
Bunch; for he ’as got a sweet’eart who was a pal of
‘is years ago. He met her at a funeral, and now he
is going to his own wedding! Bless you, Bunch, he
ain’t like the same man, and he goes to church every
Sunday regular. He is anxious to serve the God of
his youth—them is is own words. He ’as been
?ankering after Him ever since you told ’im in the
street that God was befriending you and the little.
‘uns. He is sorry he was so nasty to you, little
pardner, and is wanting to make amends.”

Old Coffin said very little indeed to anybody, and as
Nurse Alison had the utmost difficulty in entertaining
him, she was glad for her own and Bunch’s sake
to cut the visit short, for the little invalid was not
strong to bear much excitement as yet.

“Tf you are in want of a home when you leave the
hospital, you must come to me, Mother Bunch,” Mr.
Horne mumbled, as he was leaving. ‘“ My Mary says
she would like you to live with us. P’r’aps Jim has
explained,” as Bunch was too amazed to speak.
“You shall never want for a good square meal again,
my gal, nor a warm bed. I wasn’t good to you,
Bunch, and I am sorry—very.”

Nurse Alison accompanied them to the door, and
asked Jim to wait in the hall while she wrote a line to
“ Sister ” at the docks, telling her to take no active
steps in the matter about which the bearer of the
note was come to seek her help until Mr. Elvey had
been communicated with,


CHAPTER XIII.

THE MISSING RELATIVE FOUND.

Buncw was none the worse for having seen Jim and
Mr. Horne; in fact, she was quite cheerful after they

“left, and the following day she was so much better that
Dr. Noel was delighted, and said she was on the high
road to recovery.

In the evening Nurse Alison received a letter, the
contents of which made her heart glad on Bunch’s
account. It was from her fiancé to tell her that
“Uncle Tib” was no creation of a fevered brain, after
all; that, to his own amazement, he had discovered
him at Bleckley Hall, and he was no other than Sir
Tibster Bleckley, a great friend of his father’s, who
had just returned from the Continent, where he had
been travelling for the last nine months.

“T did not know of Sir Tibster’s return until
yesterday at noon,” the letter continued ; “and, as you
may suppose, I lost no time in going to the Hall to
welcome him back. I found him with a letter before
him overwhelmed with grief at his niece’s destitute
condition and illness. He had only then opened her
letter, and in his distress had not noticed that it was
dated weeks back. Poor old gentleman! my heart
bled for him when he found that his niece was beyond
his power of help. Fortunately for his mental

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equilibrium, I was able to enlighten him as to the
history of his grand-niece and nephew, and told him
he need not despair about the little ones being found,
as they had not been lost sight of very long, and
that I believe we could soon get on their track.
You can imagine with what absorbing interest he
listened to my story about that interesting little
patient of yours—Mother Bunch. The dying mother’s
letter was the most touching appeal I ever read, and

would, I am sure, melt the stoniest heart. She .

mentioned Bunch, and said what a dear child she was,
and how kind the girl had been to her and her little
son Tibster, and her baby girl. His heart is full of
gratitude to the child, and he is anxious to see her
‘and to thank her for her goodness to his niece and
little ones. So you may expect Sir Tibster and your
humble servant by an early train to-morrow; that is, if
the poor old gentleman is well enough to travel after
this great shock. Kindly prepare Mother Bunch for
a visit from the bond fide Uncle Tib.

“Woman-like, I daresay you are anxious to know
how a niece of an English baronet should have ended
her days in an East-end slum. I confess to have
been very curious on the matter myself. It is the
old story—marrying in haste and repenting at
leisure. From what I was able to gather from Sir
Tibster’s somewhat incoherent. statement, his niece,
Glorina, who was the orphaned child of a dead and
only brother, fell in love with the son of a country
solicitor before she was barely out of her teens, and
married him against her uncle’s wish. He would
have nothing more to do with her, in spite of several
touching appeals for forgiveness. That was years
ago, I believe, and Sir Tibster has been secretly long-
ing for a reconciliation for some time, but he did not
know of her whereabouts, and unfortunately for all
concerned, before he went abroad he gave orders not
to have his letters forwarded, as his movements were
uncertain. Incidentally, two years ago, he heard of
The Missing Relative Found, 85

the death of her husband, who was a ne’er-do-well.
I remember hearing about this niece from my father ;
but as her name was seldom mentioned, I had almost
forgotten her.

“JT am sure you will not fail to pray for poor Sir
Tibster Bleckley in his trouble—itis a real trouble to
him that bis niece died without knowing of his for-
giveness—and ask, if it be God’s will, that we may
speedily recover those interesting little children.”

There was a postscript to the epistle, which read as
follows :—“ Since writing the above, I have received
a telegram from my aunt at St. Katherine’s Docks ©
which has upset our plans. Weare thankful at the
news if contains, and shall not take any steps in the
search for the little ones until the Kempton Park
Races, when we hope to come down on them coup de
main. Sir Tibster thinks it will be better to post-—
pone his visit to Bunch, until Tibbie and little Glory
are safe in our hands. You can tell the child as
much of our intended doings as you think advisable.
_ Give her my love, and tell her that, please God, she
will soon see her ‘little dears’ again.’










CHAPTER XIV.

MOTHER BUNCH REGAINS HER CHILDREN.

Ir was a bright October morning, and the London
sky was clear and blue, for a wonder. The weather
was cold, but there was a crispness in the air which
was very exhilarating.

The children’s ward of the Hast London Hospital
was also bright and gay with chrysanthemums and
hothouse flowers which had been sent to Mother
Bunch and the other little sufferers from Uncle
Tib’s glass-houses, and Bunch was very proud of
the fact.

The girl was inde pellonsly better, and the doctors
declared that the petting she was ever receiving from
Sister and the nurses was very detrimental to her
future maternal duties; it was quite time she was
sent about her business. Bunch enjoyed those little
jokes, and laughed heartily.

She was sitting out of bed in a comfortable
arm-chair; and, dressed in a spotless pinafore and a-
warn, bright jacket, looked quite “ my lady,” as one
of the probationers told her,

But Bunch was too excited to think of her appear-
ance ; the child was expecting visitors, and every now
and again the Sister and nurses glanced expeotantly
in the direction of the ward door.
Mother Bunch Regains Her Children. — 87

“ Nurse, does yer think they will come this morn-
ing?” asked Bunch, for the twentieth time within
ten minutes.

“They” were no other than Uncle Tib, Mr. Elvey,
and the two children, who had been rescued with the
_ help of two detectives from Scotland Yard.

Spotty Jim had accompanied the little party, so as
to make sure they did not carry off the wrong
children. They reached Kempton late in the after-
noon, and entered the caravan just as the little ones
were being dressed for the evening performance.

Tibbie had evidently been crying bitterly about
something, and when he caught sight of Jim’s kind,
face, he fled to him and begged him to hide bim from
Bill’s stick.

Beta, who came to the door of the caravan a few
minutes later, knew in a moment why the clergyman
and the aristocratic-looking old gentleman and the
others were visiting the caravan, and retreated in
haste, bub a detective followed her and quietly
arrested her on the charge of stealing the children.
In her quiet, ladylike way, she denied the charge, and
boldly declared that they would rue the day they took
her up on so false an accusation, as she would bring
witnesses to swear the children were her own flesh
and. blood.

Bill, seeing a small crowd gathered round his
caravan, came blustering up to see what was the
matter. Beta gave him a hint that the game was up,
and he tried to escape, but it-was useless; and he
and the whole company were taken in charge, greatly
to their astonishment and consternation.

We may say here (for it would make our story too
long to go into details) that, with the exception of
Bill and Beta, they were quickly discharged, as
nothing could be proved against them. It was
otherwise with Bill and the woman, and as the charge
of stealing the children was proved against them,
they were both sentenced to long terms of imprison-
Ga Eg, Little Bunch’s Charge.

ment, to the satisfaction of everybody except Spotty
Jim, who thought “hanging was too good for such as
they. »” ‘Tibbie told a piteous story of cruelty. Bill had
beaten him many times because he was unable to
perform his part to the man’s satisfaction. “ And God
saw all the time,’ said-the boy, shaking his dusky
curls, ‘‘and He didn’t let Bill kill us, did He, uncle ? ”
lifting his solemn eyes to the old ‘gentleman’s s face.
“ You won’t let Bill beat me again, will you, Uncle Tib?
You are our Uncle Tib, ar’n’t you?”
“Tam, dear boy, and a very unworthy Uncle Tib,”

said the baronet, folding his arms about the engaging
little fellow. “And nobody shall ever beat you
again, if I can help it.”

. When Tibbie was tubbed that night and the effects
of Bill’s stick seen on his tender little body, Sir
Tibster was indeed angry, and it would have relieved
his feelings to have thrashed the scoundrel in a
similar way. Glory had been less cruelly used, but
she was a frightened, cowed little thing, and it was
several days betore she would make friends with any-
body except Spotty Jim, to whom she clung like a
leech.

As it was thought advisable not to let the children
see Bunch until she was really well enough to be
removed from the hospital, they were taken to their
uncle’s beautiful home on the banks of the Thames,
about a mile or so from Bleckley, where the old
baronet would hardly suffer them out of hissight. He
was already devoted to them, and happy in tracing a
likeness to his niece in the lovely face of the little |
Glorina, which was the child’s full name. The boy
was a small copy of Sir Tibster, and the aged house-
keeper, who had grown grey in the service of the
Bleckley family, declared that the little lad was the
living image of his uncle when he was hisage. ‘“ And
a very good thing too,” said she, “for Master Tibbie
is Sir Tibster’s heir.”

Bunch was told of her darlings’ rescue, and that
Mother Bunch Regains Her Children. 89

' they would come and see her as: soon as they were
presentable and she well enough to bear the meeting.

The doctor’s permission havmg at last been obtained,
Uncle Tib and his grand-nephew and niece quickly
travelled to town to see her and to take her back with
them to Bleckley. S

The news of their coming was not-revealed to
Bunch till within half an hour of their arrival, and she
was, aS we have seen, in a great state of excitement,

‘Ave you quite sure they will be here to-day?”
asked Bunch once again. -

“ Quite sure, dear,’ Nurse Alison answered. “Try
to be patient a little longer. It can’t be long now
before they are here.”

“T will try,” said Bunch, sighing. “1 ought to be ~
patient, for the dear Lord has been so good to me,
and given me what I asked. Oh, nursie, I do love
Him. I shall always ’ave Him to be my friend, even
if I can’t ’ave my little dears to live with me like
they used. I suppose Uncle Tib won’t let me do for
’em again, ’cos yer say he is rich, and a wery big swell.
But he’ll let me see’em sometimes, I know. Spotty
Jim says he is a brick, and the nicest: old cove he
knows, ’cept your gentleman; and— Hark! nurse.
What is that?”

“Only a wheelbarrow, you excitable child!” said

Nurse Alison, laughing.
“No, it ain’t. "Tis my little ’uns,” and as Bunch
spoke, footsteps were heard, and a fresh young voice
said,—

“Does our Mtvver Bunch live here, Uncle Tib?
I fought she lived in a dark room at Lamb’s Court.”

Then the door of the ward opened, and Mr. Elvey

entered, followed by Sir Tibster leading Tibbie and
Glory. :

Bunch saw them making their way up the ward,

-and Tibbie looking curiously around him, and giving
friendly nods to the suffering little children lying so
patiently in their small beds. On they came, and no

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one seemed. to notice the little figure sitting so still
in the big chair, afraid to move an eyelash lest they
should vanish like faces in a dream.

Tibbie had not discovered the girl amongst the
many children in the ward, and lifting his. dark,
handsome face to Sir Tibster, he said, in his clear,
ringing tones,— “:

«T don’t fink our little Muvver Bunch is here, Uncle
Tip.”

That was more than the child could stand, and a cry
broke from her lips, which rang through the large
“ward ,— :

», “Here I am, my pritties; here is Mother Bunch!”
_ The boy recognized the voice, darted forward,
and in another moment was encircling her neck with
his loving little arms.

She was too glad for words, and yet her grateful
little heart had to give expression to its feeling some-
how, and, like Joseph at the sight of his brethren,
she lifted up her voice and wept.

“Please don’t cry,” said Tibbie, wiping her eyes
with a corner of his reefer jacket. “‘’Tis me—Tibbie
—and here is Glory,” glancing over his shoulder at his
small sister, whose lovely little face was looking
shyly out of a big, dark blue granny bonnet. i

“Yes, here me is,” she said, in the sweetest of
little voices, ‘and here is Uncle Tib.”

“The real bond fide ‘Uncle Tib,” put in Mr.
Elvey’s kind voice.

“Yes, dear child,” said the stately old baronet,
“and Iam come to thank you for your great good-
ness to my niece, Mrs. Trench, and for being so true
to her little children committed to your charge ;
but for you, I am afraid to think what would have
become of them.”

“T ain’t done nothink, mister,’ said Bunch, her
face getting as bright as her jacket. ‘“ Heaps of gals
smaller than me looks after little ’uns, and don’t let
?em be stolen, nuther.”
Mother Bunch Regains Her Children. 91

“That was not your fault, and you were true to your
trust, for all that. How were you to know that that
‘old gent,’ who I haven’t a doubt was Bill got up to
represent me, was not the real Uncle Tib? You may
be quite sure I am the right one now, little Mother
Bunch,” and he stooped and kissed her.

“TI knows yer are, mister, or yer would not ’ave
brought the little ‘uns to see me.”

“ God has been very good to us all, hasn't He?” said
Mr. Elvey, bending down to Bunch, “and even
better than His promises. Iam sure we can all say
from our heart, ‘O give thanks unto the Lord, for °
He is good ; for His mercy endureth for ever !’”

“ For ever,” echoed Sir Tibster, fervently. ee,

“T am going to fank God for taking me and Glory
away from Bill and Beta every night, until I am a
great, big, old man, like Uncle Tib,” cried Tibbie.

“That is right, dear boy,” said the clergyman.

“ Sir Tibster Bleckley is anxious to take you back
with him to Bleckley,” said Nurse Alison, coming
to Bunch’s chair ; “and as the doctors think you can’t
do without a nurse for another week at least, they have
desired me to accompany you.”

“That’s just lovely!” cried Bunch, her soft dark
eyes shining with gladness. “Don’t you think so,
too?” turning to the old baronet. :

“YT do indeed, Mother Bunch!’ he responded,
“and I am pleased that you fall in so readily with the
kind doctors’ arrangements. It is most thoughtful
of them, I am sure! Well, Bunch, whilst the nurses
are getting you ready to accompany us to Bleckley,
the children and I will go and chat with the dear little
invalids down here, who, I have noticed, have been
watching us with big, wondering eyes,’ and Sir
Tibster and Tibbie and Glory trotted off down the
ward.


CHAPTER XV.

‘ex HAPPY CHANGES.

“Ir was well on in the afternoon when Sir Tibster
Bleckley’s carriage stopped at the door of Bleckley
Hall. It was a very weary little Mother Bunch that
was lifted out and carried up the great stairway to
a room specially prepared for her, adjoining the
children’s nursery and overlooking the flower garden
which sloped down to the brink of the “ silver-stream-
ing Thames.” It was well that Nurse Alison came to
Bleckley with her. She bore her short journey badly,
and was even too faint and ill to hear the little ones shout,
““Welcome home, dear Muvver Bunch!” She had a
restless night, and greatly alarmed Nurse Alison; but
she was better the next day. Her heart was very full
as she lay listening to the merry prattle of her “ little
dears,” who often came to the door to assure her of
their presence, and to tell her to get better quickly.
Bunch never forgot her first peep from the window.
Tt was late in the autumn, and the gardens were yet
gay with flowers, and as for the woods, burning with
autumn’s fiery touches, they were beautiful indeed.
It was her first experience of the country ; and the
sight of the flaming woods, the gleaming of the Thames
between the trees, the great tent of blue over all, and
the silence which prevailed, quite overawed her.
Flappy Changes. : 93

Everything was so still, and so utterly different from
the Hast-end slums; even the black sparrows, as she
called the golden-beaked birds, were larger and fatter
than any she had ever seen before. Happily for her, |
a well-known figure came up from the river to the
lawn. It was Spotty Jim, who, she afterwards learned,
had been taken into Sir Tibster’s service. His work
now was to look after the boats and the pretty boat-
house in the bend of the river behind a clump of trees.
A glimpse of Jim’s plain face wasa comfort to her; at
least, she was no longer afraid of the beautiful country
—strange to her, as it was beautiful. The children

were not quite the same, or rather their dress was not; *

and that one homely figure was very dear to her just. .
then. “ .
She soon found that Jim did not live in the house, = .
and she wondered if he slept out of doors like she used
to, but nobody satisfied her curiosity. When she got
well and Nurse Alison returned to town to prepare
for her wedding, the children took her down to the
lodge gates, where outside the quaint lodge they saw
Mr. Joseph Horne.
Bunch was amazed to see him there, and she gasped
‘out, “ Why, ’tis Old Coffin.”

“Yes,” piped Tibbie, “and he has got a Mary, and
they live at the lodge. I dolike Mary. She makes
such nice gingerbreads, and Uncle Tb lets her give
us some.”

“T don’t think I can be called Old Coffin any longer,”
said Mr. Horne, holding out his hand to Bunch, “as I
have given up the undertaking. My Mary didn’t
like that business, and as little master’s uncle,” looking
at Tibbie, “ wanted a lodge-keeper, Spotty Jim spoke
up for me, and I got it. I came here to live a week
ago. I didn’t deserve such a good berth,” he said,
in a quick, hurried voice, “for I was a grasping
old man, really glad when folks died that I might put
afew shillings more into the savings bank. I have
repented and do repent of my greed, and the money
94 Little Bunch's Charge.

T thus saved my Mary has given to hospitals, where
everything is done to prolong life, which is. only right
and proper. Yes, Miss Bunch, I’ve done with under-
takings and furnishings for ever. Perhaps but for
you and little master and miss here, I should have
been the greedy, grasping old wretch of an under-
taker unto the end of my life. You spoke to me of
Christ, when you hardly knew Him yourself. I knew
Him, and, I believe, loved Him once upon a time.
Your mentioning Him in the street brought Him back
to my mind, and made me think of my dear old
Christian father. Then my Mary came along—God
sent her, she says—and then— Well, I need only say
that I am trying to serve Him again.”

Bunch’s eyes were round with wonder, and she
almost stared Mr. Horne out of countenance.

“ There is Mr. Horne’s Mary,” cried Tibbie, pointing
to the door of the lodge, where stood a little dumpling
of a woman.

She was several years younger than her solemn-
featured husband, and merry as he was grave.

«This is the little girl you have heard so much
about,” said the old man, introducing Bunch.

“My dear, I am so glad to make your acquaint-
ance,” Mrs. Horne said, holding out her plump ©
. little hand. ‘‘ Master Tibbie and Miss Glorina, bless
her! often talked about their little Mother Bunch;
and as for Jim, he thinks there is nobody in all the
world like his pardner.”

“Jim lodges with us,” Mr. Horne struck in.
‘‘That was the reason Sir Tibster was so willing to
give me the situation of lodge-keeper, that Jim might
live with some one who knew him and his ways. He
thinks no small bones of Jim, I can tell you!”

«Tis a pretty house,” said Bunch, looking at the
ivy-draped walls of the lodge and the quaint little
windows gleaming out of the ivy.

“Tt is indeed, and I shall be glad to give you a
home in it, my dear, if you will come and live with us,”
Happy Changes. 95

“Uncle Tib says I am to live with Nurse Alison
when she is-married to Mr. Elvey,” returned Bunch,
quickly. - “Thank yer all the same. Yer see,” as
Mr. Horne looked down over his long nose, “TI
belongs to him now—he says so—and I’ve got to do
what he wants. Nurse Alison is a dear young lady,
and she is going to teach me everythink that a gal
like me ought to know—everythink that willbe useful
to me when I gets a woman, she told me—and I am
to see my little dears every day.”

“We are going to have a wedding at the Hall soon,”
said Tibbie, confidentially, to Mrs. Horne, “and Glory,”
glancing round at his litile sister, “is to be a brides-
maid. Jam going to be a bridegr oom, or something
like it, and hold up Miss Alison’s long train. Jim
says his Sister at the docks is coming to the wedding,
only she isn’t to be married; itis Miss Alison and
Mr. Elvey—the rector, you ean are to be
that.”

“Who is taking my name in vain?” called out a
voice at the gate, and the children, turning round, saw
Mr. Elvey’s kind face smiling at them.

“We were only talking about your wedding, sir,

cried Tibbie, rushing to the gate.

* Only,” laughed the rector, coming into the
grounds.

“Yes, and I do wish they could hurry it on—don’t

ou ? a

“T do indeed, my boy. I am quite sure that
Mother Bunch will be glad to see her dear Nurse
Alison again.”

“TI shall,” returned Bunch, with a bright, happy
smile.

“We can’t do wiffout one another, can we?” trilled
in Glory’s sweet little treble.

“We can’t, you darling,” answered the rector,
lifting the small child in his arms and kissing her.

“That is what Uncle Tib said,” cried Tibbie.
“Arn’t you glad we are all together, little muvver ?”
90.5 Little Bunch’s Charge.

he asked, raising those lovely dark eyes of his to
Bunch’s still pale, thin face.

“T thank the dear Lord every day for letting us
be together again,” was the softanswer. ‘ I’m a wery,
wery happy Mother Bunch,” and her eyes travelled
from one to another and rested on the plain face of
Spotty Jim, who, with Uncle Tib, had come down to
the lodge on their way to the river.







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