the absence of punctuation.


"my dear edward (it ran) when I die I leave all my muny to you my
walkin sticks wips my crop my sord and gun bricks forts and all
things i have goodbye my dear charlotte when i die I leave you my
wach and cumpus and pencel case my salors and camperdown my
picteres and evthing goodbye your loving brother armen my dear
Martha I love you very much i leave you my garden my mice and
rabets my plants in pots when I die please take care of them my
dear--" Coetera desunt.


"Why, you're not leaving me anything!" exclaimed Selina,
indignantly. "You're a regular mean little boy, and I'll take
back the last birthday present I gave you!"

"I don't care," said Harold, repossessing himself of the
document. "I was going to leave you something, but I sha'n't
now, 'cos you tried to read my death-letter before I was dead!"

"Then I'll write a death-letter myself," retorted Selina,
scenting an artistic vengeance: "and I sha'n't leave you a single
thing!" And she went off in search of a pencil.

The tempest within-doors had kept my attention off the condition
of things without. But now a glance through the window told me
that the rain had entirely ceased, and that everything was
bathed instead in a radiant glow of sunlight, more golden than
any gamboge of mine could possibly depict. Leaving Selina and