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no scope for imagination then, would there?

K1 I can stop when I make up my mind to it, although it’s difficult.

L1 and did not expect him to do any keep up his end of it.

M1. and there weren’t any at all about the asylum, only a few poor weeny teeny things out in front with little white washed cagey things about them. They looked just like orphans themselves, those trees did. It used to make me want to cry to look at them. I used to say to them, ‘Oh, you poor little things! If you were out in a great big woods with other trees all around you and little mosses and Junebells growing over your roots and a brook