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"There!" said Olly, when he had shouted out the last note of "Hot Cross Buns." "I have singed three whole songs; and now, Aunt Emma, tell us about the king and the fairies. Krick, please." "It must be 'krick' indeed," said Aunt Emma, "if we want to get home to-night."

Norton took his hand to lead him away. "I want to climb up krick like that! Oh, do let me try!" "No, no, Olly! come along. We shall never get to the farm if you stay climbing here. And you wouldn't find it as easy as Charlie does, I can tell you." "Why, I'm bigger than Charlie," said Olly, pouting, as they walked away.

There's only three currants in my bit, and cookie puts such a lot in at home. I'm pretending they're little children wanting to play, only they can't, they're so far off. There, I've etten one up. Now there's only two. That's you and me, Milly. I'll eat you up first krick!" "Never mind about the currants, little master," said Mrs. Backhouse, laughing at him.

The use both of horses and of chariots by royal personages may often have been intended to prevent their sacred feet from touching the ground. Satapatha Brâhmana, translated by Julius Eggeling, Part iii. Letter of Missionary Krick, in Annales de la Propagation de la Foi, xxvi. pp. 86-88. Pechuel-Loesche, "Indiscretes aus Loango," Zeitschrift für Ethnologie, x. pp. 29 sq.

"How long would it take really?" asked Olly. "About three months." "If we could fly up, and up, ever so far," said Olly, standing on tiptoe, and stretching out his little arms as high as they would reach, "it wouldn't take us long. Mother, don't you wish you was a bird?" "No, I don't think so, Olly; why do you?" "Because I should like to go so krick.

Mother, the fly-catchers do fly so krick; I can't see them sometimes when they're flying, they go so fast. Oh, I do wish father would let me get up a ladder to look at them." "No Olly, you'll frighten them," said Milly, putting on her wise face. "Besides, father says you're too little, and you'd tumble down."

"If we were in there now," said Olly, watching the river with great excitement, "the water would push us down krick! and the fishes would come and etten us all up." "They'd be a long time gobbling you up, Master Fatty," said his father. "Come, run along; it's too cold to stand about." But how brilliant and beautiful it was after the rain!

Well, presently all the packing was done, and Milly and Olly had gone to say good-bye to Fräulein, and to Jacky and Francis. Wednesday evening came, and they were to start early on Thursday morning. Olly begged nurse to put him to bed very early, that he might "wake up krick" quick was a word Olly never could say.

I mean to try and succeed where Krick, the missionary so unfortunately failed in 1846; in a word, I want to follow the course of the river Yarou-Dzangbo-Tchou, which waters Thibet for a distance of 1500 kilometres, flowing along the northern base of the Himalayas, and to find out at last whether this river does not join itself to the Brahmapoutre in the northeast of As-sam.

"Then they would put us into some black boxes," said Olly, cheerfully, with his mouth full of bread and butter, "and they would put the black boxes into some boats, and take us right away and bury us krick wouldn't they, mother?" "Well, but " said Mr.