From: Claud Hill <gwd@richmondlaw.com>
Date: Sep 20, 2006 11:43 PM
Subject: Coca-Cola wherever

When e comes to measure,E never knows where to stop;Ay, ay, get in the binAnd take the bloody lot! Oo asked YOU to walkabout on my belly, stoopid? Always got to put the blame onus bloody hop-pickers! They found their way to the meadow where the pickers camp wassituated. She dived down into the straw and re-emerged with a hop-poke sevenfeet long. The knots of youths on thecorners round Blifil-Gordons factory, lewdly discussing you! He dropped it in Dorothys lap as he passed. They found their way to the meadow where the pickers camp wassituated. He was a small, weazened old tramp namedDeafie.

On twooccasions he and his gang even stole a chicken. It wasimpossible to pick when it was raining. Its lickerishphrases were going over and over in her head. As soon as Dorothy and Nobby could sub, their money troubles wereat an end. He caughtDorothys eye and winked at her once again before being led away. It was the copy of Pippins Weekly whichNobby had given her a week ago. At that hour of the morning you could only pickslowly and awkwardly. Exhibit A, a pile ofapples; Exhibit B, some blood-stained chicken feathers. Of course they searched for them, but, equally of course, they knewvery well what had happened. She burrowed deep into the strawand hid herself, to be out of the sound of their voices. As soon as Dorothy and Nobby could sub, their money troubles wereat an end. Were going to put a stop to this thieving game,once and for all. A rough-looking woman, partially undressed, popped up like a mermaid fromthe strawy sea. She dived down into the straw and re-emerged with a hop-poke sevenfeet long. She knew what it means to have to livedown a scandal in a small country town. He dropped it in Dorothys lap as he passed. Its lickerishphrases were going over and over in her head.

Could she face Knype Hill after everything that had happened? Quite a third of the pickers in the camp were asnew to the job as Dorothy herself. Twice a week you could sub up to the amount of half yourearnings. Dorothy felt somewhat better after the tea. The system of piecework disguised the low rate of payment. They lived with surprising ease at the rate of one andsixpence a day for the two of them. But, of course, you never got through the daywithout squandering another penny or two. At that a deadly chill, like a hand of ice, fastened about herheart. The knots of youths on thecorners round Blifil-Gordons factory, lewdly discussing you! Again, there were thedelays which wasted an hour or two of every day. So for the moment the chanceof solving her problem passed by.