pasted paper on them, and did on them with a paint-brush and ink the following lines:
SECRET LOTTERY.
Object of Value and Virtue.
Tickets 1/- and 2/-.
If you win, it will be the same as winning money.
Lottery at Morden House,
Blackheath.
Saturday at 4.
Come at 3.
And he slung the boards round his neck, and tied up his mouth in one of those knitted comforters he despises so much at other times, and, pulling a cap of father's over his bold ears, he got Dicky to let him out of the side-door. And then the brave boy went right across the heath and three times up and down the village, till those boys that followed him and the Goat home went for him near the corner of Wemyss Road, and he made a fight for it, taking off the boards and using them as shields. But at last, being far outnumbered, which is no disgrace, he had to chuck the boards and run for it.
Saturday was fine. We had hung the green-house with evergreens and paper roses that looked
