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diff --git a/77247-h/77247-h.htm b/77247-h/77247-h.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..bb6f0e0 --- /dev/null +++ b/77247-h/77247-h.htm @@ -0,0 +1,724 @@ +<!DOCTYPE html> +<html lang="en"> +<head> + <meta charset="UTF-8"> + <title> + Lost Nellie and Other Stories │ Project Gutenberg + </title> + <link rel="icon" href="images/image001.jpg" type="image/cover"> + <style> + +body { + margin-left: 10%; + margin-right: 10%; + font-size:12.0pt; + font-family:"Verdana"; +} + +p {text-indent: 2em;} + + h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6 { + text-align: center; /* all headings centered */ + clear: both; +} + +hr { + width: 33%; + margin-top: 2em; + margin-bottom: 2em; + margin-left: 33.5%; + margin-right: 33.5%; + clear: both; +} + +/* Images */ + +img { + max-width: 100%; + height: auto; +} + +.w100 { + width: auto + } + +.figcenter { + margin: auto; + text-align: center; + page-break-inside: avoid; + max-width: 100%; +} + +p.t1 {text-indent: 0%; + font-size: 125%; + text-align: center + } + +p.t2 { + text-indent: 0%; + font-size: 150%; + text-align: center + } + +p.t3 { + text-indent: 0%; + font-size: 100%; + text-align: center + } + +p.t3b { + text-indent: 0%; + font-size: 100%; + font-weight: bold; + text-align: center + } + +p.t4 { + text-indent: 0%; + font-size: 80%; + text-align: center + } + +p.poem { + margin-left: auto; + margin-right: auto; + padding: 20px 0; + text-align: left; + width: 455px; + } + + </style> +</head> +<body> +<div style='text-align:center'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 77247 ***</div> + +<p>Transcriber's note: Unusual and inconsistent spelling is as printed.</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image001" style="max-width: 33.8125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image001.jpg" alt="image001"> +</figure> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image002" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image002.jpg" alt="image002"> +</figure> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<h1>LOST NELLIE</h1> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="t1"> +<b>AND OTHER STORIES</b><br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="t1"> +BY PANSY<br> +<br> +<em>[Isabella Alden]</em><br> +</p> + +<p><br><br></p> + +<p class="t3"> +<em>ILLUSTRATED</em><br> +</p> + +<p><br><br></p> + +<p class="t4"> +BOSTON<br> +</p> + +<p class="t3"> +LOTHROP PUBLISHING COMPANY<br> +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p class="t4"> +COPYRIGHT, 1887,<br> +BY<br> +D. LOTHROP COMPANY.<br> +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p class="t3b"> +CONTENTS.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p><a href="#St_1">LOST NELLIE</a></p> + +<p><a href="#St_2">AN OLD STORY</a></p> + +<p><a href="#St_3">OUR JESSIE</a></p> + +<p><a href="#St_4">TRYING TO AMUSE WILLIE</a></p> + +<p><a href="#St_5">TROUBLE</a></p> + +<p><a href="#St_6">BEING GOOD</a></p> + +<p><a href="#St_7">LULIE'S TROUBLES</a></p> + +<p><a href="#St_8">WHO'LL SETTLE IT</a></p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p class="t2"> +<b>LOST NELLIE</b><br> +</p> + +<p class="t1"> +AND OTHER STORIES<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<h3><a id="St_1">LOST NELLIE.</a></h3> + +<p class="poem"> +<br> + POOR little Nellie!<br> + Sweet little Nellie!<br> +Why are you here now, my dear?<br> + What does it mean?<br> + Pray where have you been?<br> +And where is mamma? Can't she hear?<br> + <br> + Under the oak tree!<br> + Giant old oak tree!<br> +Far from your home, never fear,—<br> + The dear Father sees,<br> + Little Nell on her knees,<br> +And "loves" her; yes, loves her "so" dear!<br> + <br> + Strayed from dear mamma,<br> + Strayed from dear papa,—<br> +She prays to "Our Father" above;<br> + In Heaven he hears,<br> + And quiets her fears;<br> +For you know, He's a father of "love!"<br> + <br> + The moon rises high,<br> + As she rides in the sky,<br> +But the prayer rises faster, on high!<br> + The moon sheds her light,<br> + To gladden the night:<br> +But a brighter light shines in the sky.<br> + <br> + An angel was sent,<br> + And speedily went,<br> +And whispered to papa the way;<br> + And here on the ground,<br> + His Nellie was found!<br> +Though she'd wandered so far, "far" away!<br> +<br> +</p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image003" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image003.jpg" alt="image003"></figure> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<h3><a id="St_2">AN OLD STORY.</a></h3> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>ONCE there was a storm; it rained, and rained, and rained, for forty +days and nights, without stopping. Think of that! There was a great +boat built for all the people who were afraid of the rain, and would +go in it and be shut up, before the rain began to come; for a good +man told them it was coming, and begged them to get ready; but they +wouldn't, so the good man took his family and went in alone.</p> + +<p>After it had rained so long, and the water covered over everything, and +all the people were drowned, then the rain stopped; but the good man +could not come out of his boat, because there was no place for him to +step—all the ground was covered with water.</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image004" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image004.jpg" alt="image004"></figure> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>Months went by, and still this good man and his family were shut into +the boat. At last, he saw the water was drying off so fast that he +opened a window of his boat, and sent a raven out to see about it.</p> + +<p>Did I tell you that he had every kind of bird and animal in his boat +with him? They had sense enough to want to be saved, though the people +didn't. But the raven didn't come back to tell him anything about it. +And he sent a little gentle dove to see what she would find; but the +poor dove flew up and down the world, and couldn't find any place to +rest her tired feet, for everything was covered with water, so she said +to herself: "I will go back to that nice safe boat; there is no place +here for me." So she came and tapped at the window of the boat, and the +good man opened the window, and put out his hand, and took her in.</p> + +<p>Then he waited seven days, and he thought: "Perhaps the water is dried +off now; I will send my dovie out to see." So he let her go, and she +stayed away all day. I guess he almost thought she wasn't coming back; +but when it began to grow dusk, she came tapping at the window, and in +her mouth she brought a leaf from an olive tree.</p> + +<p>"Ah!" said the good man. "Dovie found an olive tree, to rest on; the +water is drying off; but it isn't very dry yet, for my dovie couldn't +find any place to make a home; she had to come back to me."</p> + +<p>So he waited seven days more, then he opened the window, and sent out +the dove to take another journey; at night he watched for her, but she +did not come; in the morning he looked for her, but she did not come; +days passed by, and dovie came back no more.</p> + +<p>"Ah!" said the good man. "My dovie has found a place to make her a +home; the earth is getting dry."</p> + +<p>Did he go on? No, not yet; he waited for the One who told him about +this rain, and told him how to build his boat, and shut the door after +him when he went in, to come and tell him when to go out. Whom do you +think it was? Let me tell you: It was the great God! Would you like to +hear the rest of this story? How the good man, and his family went out, +and what they did, and what happened to them after that? Let me tell +you where to find it; open the big Bible to the first book in it, and +you will find the wonderful story.</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image005" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image005.jpg" alt="image005"></figure> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<h3><a id="St_3">OUR JESSIE.</a></h3> + +<p class="poem"> +<br> +PEEKING through the tall grain,—<br> + Don't you see my posies?<br> +Guess they're sweet as pansies;<br> + Beautiful as roses.<br> +Found them all myself, so;<br> + Picked them "all" for you!<br> +Won't you please to have some?<br> + Don't you think they'll do?<br> + <br> +Thought that was my mamma!<br> + Sakes! it's just a stump!<br> +Looked like it was someone,<br> + Standing like a pump!<br> +Where'd you s'pose the house is?<br> + Wonder if mamma is lost?<br> +My! I've tored my dress so!<br> + Wonder what it cost?<br> +<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image006" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image006.jpg" alt="image006"></figure> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="poem"> +<br> +Guess I ain't afraid, though;<br> + Jesus—"He" can see,—<br> +Jesus knows about me,<br> + Knows just where I be;<br> +Jesus made these flowers,<br> + All so sweet and bright;<br> +He'll take care of Jessie,—<br> + An' bring me home all right.<br> + <br> +I'll ask Him—'cause he hears me;<br> + I ask Him every day,—<br> +"Dear Jesus, please to lead me,<br> + Show Jessie the right way;"<br> +And tell me where mamma is,<br> + Before my flowers are dead?<br> +Hark! there she comes! He heard me!<br> + It's "just" as mamma said.<br> +<br> +</p> + +<p><br><br></p> + +<h3><a id="St_4">TRYING TO AMUSE WILLIE.</a></h3> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>PERHAPS you think it was an easy thing to do. I can tell you his +sister Fanny did not think so; every bone in her body ached before +the afternoon was over. You see the way of it was: Willie had been +sick, now he was well enough to be down in the sitting room, and not +well enough to be out doors; and he "wanted" to be out doors, and had +made up his mind that nothing else could possibly please him; that is +what made it such hard work. Mamma, the one who knew how to please +everybody, had gone down town on errands that must be done, and Fanny +had stayed from school on purpose to amuse Willie.</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image007" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image007.jpg" alt="image007"></figure> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>She tried everything; playing ball, playing marbles, reading stories; +nothing suited. Willie said it was no fun to play ball on a carpet, +and that she played marbles just like a girl, though how else he could +have expected his sister to play them, I am sure I don't know. He said +the stories were silly, and that Fanny was a little goose, and, for the +matter of that, all girls were geese.</p> + +<p>After that, Fanny concluded to try music, and see if that would soothe +his savage breast. You see the result: Master Willie seated himself on +the foot-rest, turned his back to the nice little musician, and pressed +both hands over his ears, determined not to hear a note if he could +help it. As for Fanny, not knowing what else to do, she played away, as +loud as she possibly could, in the hope that a touch of sweetness would +coax its way behind those naughty hands, and steal into the naughty +heart. He did get tired of his silliness after a while, and settled +down with a sigh, on the sofa, and let Fanny read to him; but he didn't +enjoy it very well, because, you see, he had made up his mind that he +"wouldn't" enjoy anything, and when a boy makes up his mind to that, it +is very hard indeed to amuse him.</p> + +<p>"Have you had a pleasant time?" was the very first question that mamma +asked, when she came home; and before either of them could answer, she +said:</p> + +<p>"I was a little worried about you, and walked quite fast. How came you +not to let Albert Miller in?"</p> + +<p>"Let him in?" said Willie, sitting up straight. "Why, he hasn't been +here."</p> + +<p>"Yes, he has, dear; I stopped into Mrs. Miller's and asked her to let +Albert come down and stay till I got back; then she asked me to get a +spool of silk for her, and when I stopped to give it to her, she said +Albert had been around here, and knocked and couldn't get in; I should +have felt real frightened, only he said the piano was going; so I +suppose you didn't hear. But, Willie, I should have thought you would +have heard the knock; you were not playing, were you?"</p> + +<p>"Pshaw!" said Willie. "Now isn't that mean? I wanted to see Albert, +dreadfully; if you hadn't been playing that old piano, you would have +heard him."</p> + +<p>"And if you hadn't been poking both hands into your ears, you would +have heard him," said Fanny, and she could not help laughing.</p> + +<p>Now let me tell you something nice about Willie; he had the good sense +to laugh too.</p> + +<p>"It's all my own fault," he said; "I needn't have been so hateful. +Mamma, she tried real hard to please me, but I was awful."</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image008" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image008.jpg" alt="image008"></figure> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<h3><a id="St_5">TROUBLE.</a></h3> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>DREADFUL trouble, too! Poor Harry Stuart all alone at the north end of +the big city, and accused of stealing the largest and handsomest book +in the great book store. No wonder he buried his face in his hands and +let the big tears trickle through them! How was he going to prove that +he did no such thing? He had no father to help him, and his mother was +only a poor sewing woman whom nobody knew.</p> + +<p>What made them think that he took the book? Why, he came there +yesterday, on an errand for his mother's mistress, and the beautiful +book in its elegant brown and gold binding, lay on the counter, and +there wasn't another customer in sight, and when Harry left, the book +was gone! They hadn't found it, to be sure, but of course he had hidden +it somewhere, and meant to sell it at a secondhand book store.</p> + +<p>"Which would be a very silly thing to do," said the junior partner, +sternly; "he might much better confess to us where the book is, and +bring it back; you can never sell it, my boy; it is too elegant and +expensive a book to be taken without questions. Your safest way will be +to confess to us all about it."</p> + +<p>But Harry had no answer to make to this: he could only sit still, and +let the big tears fall; how was "he" to tell where a book was, that he +had never seen in his life? He did not even remember seeing it on the +counter. He had said so, as earnestly as he could, but of course they +didn't believe him.</p> + +<p>Just then came Mr. Henderson, the great man in the great book store. +"What's the matter here?" he asked, and then they told him the whole +story, and Harry had to sit still and hear it told, how "he" had stolen +a book. "Look here," said Mr. Henderson, interrupting, "there is some +mistake; did you say his name was Harry Stuart? My boy, where do you go +to Sunday-school?"</p> + +<p>"To the Seventh Street Church," murmured Harry, in a choked voice.</p> + +<p>"I thought so; I thought I knew the boy; Mr. Wilson, whoever has the +book, it is not this lad, and if he 'says' he knows nothing about +it, you can take my word for it, that he doesn't. Last Sabbath I was +visiting at his Sunday-school, and he was pointed out to me as the +boy who was always there, always had his lesson, and always attentive +and respectful, always went from the Sunday-school to the church, and +always went to the Thursday evening prayer meeting. Such a boy neither +steals nor lies; the same things don't go together. Look up here, my +son; do you know anything about that book?"</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image009" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image009.jpg" alt="image009"></figure> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>"No, sir," said Harry, lifting his head, and his voice was firm now, +and as clear as a bell.</p> + +<p>"All right. We beg your pardon for being unjust to you; go home and +tell your mother to be glad that she has a son whose character can +speak for him, when things look against him."</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image010" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image010.jpg" alt="image010"></figure> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<h3><a id="St_6">BEING GOOD.</a></h3> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>IT is little Gracie Marks; she was curled, and slippered, and ribboned, +and set up in a chair in Aunt Laura's room, away from all mischief, to +"be good" while mamma and Aunt Laura dressed. Then they were going out.</p> + +<p>"Now, Gracie, I am going down stairs a minute," Aunt Laura said; "you +will be a very good girl till I come back, won't you?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes indeed," said Gracie; she always said that, and meant it, too, +I do believe.</p> + +<p>"You won't get out of your chair?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, no indeed, Aunt Laura; not at all."</p> + +<p>So Aunt Laura went. She was gone longer than she meant to be; Gracie +grew lonesome; she looked about for something to do. A bottle of +cologne stood on the table; she leaned forward to see if she could +reach it; on no account would she get down from her chair; yes she +could reach it; what fun it would be to pour it into the tumbler; that +wouldn't be naughty. She had the misfortune to spill a good deal of +it; that wasn't part of her plan; she was afraid it might be called +"naughty." Perhaps it would take the color all out of the marble. She +heard mamma say that morning, that the drops of tea had taken the color +out of her dress; the cologne must be wiped up. She looked about for +something to do it with. There was a towel, and a handkerchief; in fact +the rack was full of towels, but all out of reach, unless she got down +from her chair; and that was not to be thought of.</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image011" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image011.jpg" alt="image011"></figure> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>"My sakes!" she said. "This must be wiped up, before the color goes out +of that marble. I might take a piece of the curtain, if I could get +it; that is too awful long; see how it drags on the floor; I know it +wouldn't do any hurt to cut that off, if I only had the scissors!"</p> + +<p>What a lucky thing Gracie thought it was that just then she spied the +scissors, on the floor, under the edge of her footstool! By means of +very careful reaching, and a narrow escape from a pitch over, head +first, she got hold of the scissors without getting down from the +chair; then she dived after the curtain, and gouged a nice large piece +out of the heavy damask; it was so awful long, you know!</p> + +<p>Then with a satisfied face she mopped up the cologne, and had +everything in order before Aunt Laura came back.</p> + +<p>"Were you a good girl?" she asked, as she came in.</p> + +<p>"Um," said Gracie; "I didn't get down at all; I didn't put a single +foot down; I poured the cologne into the tumbler, to amuse me, and it +spilled over a big puddle, and I was afraid it would take the color out +of the marble, so I wiped it up."</p> + +<p>"With what?" asked Auntie, looking around her quickly, and feeling a +good deal startled.</p> + +<p>"Why, with that too long part, to the curtain, where it drags on the +floor, and doesn't look nice. I cut it off, and now it's just right."</p> + +<p>"Oh, my patience!" said Auntie.</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image012" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image012.jpg" alt="image012"></figure> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<h3><a id="St_7">LULIE'S TROUBLES.</a></h3> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>HERE she sits, all curled up in a heap in the arm-chair; her dollie, +dressed in its best, sits on the floor at her feet. Lulie doesn't care +anything about her dollie; she is in trouble. Her pretty face is all +snarled up. Brother Will has advised her this very morning to let him +take the large flat iron and iron it out.</p> + +<p>What do you suppose is the matter? You could never guess. Yesterday +she went to Grandpa Knowelson's to spend the day. Grandpa Knowelson is +an old man, over eighty; his hair is as white as snow, but it is long, +and soft, and beautiful. Lulie thinks it is the prettiest hair she ever +saw in her life. She has wished, a great many times, that her hair was +white, like grandpa's, and she has tried flour and salt, and sugar, and +every other white thing she can get hold of, to make her hair look like +grandpa's, but they all slip off, and leave it as brown as ever.</p> + +<p>Yesterday she discovered something new about grandpa, which is the +cause of all her grief. She found that he could take his hair off; he +just slipped a string, and off it came, as smooth and nice, without any +bleed, or anything, and he hung it on the bedpost, and brushed it till +it looked like white silk. Now Lulie's hair is curly, and long, and it +snarls dreadfully, and mamma, when she combs it, be as careful as she +can, sometimes pulls most horribly. Lulie dreads the time for the hair +combing and curling. But yesterday she was glad and happy.</p> + +<p>"Why, grandpa," she said, "I didn't know people's hairs comed off! How +funny. It doesn't pull a bit now, does it? I wonder mamma doesn't take +mine off; does it hurt to do it, grandpa?"</p> + +<p>"Not a bit," said grandpa, but then he went off into a great laugh, and +didn't explain any more.</p> + +<p>Lulie thought about it a great many times. This morning she had been +trying it; she has been up on a chair, hunting before the glass for the +string under the hair, that grandpa takes hold of, but she couldn't +find it. Then she pulled at her brown curls, till it almost seemed as +if they would come out by the roots, they hurt her so horribly; but the +hair stuck fast.</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<figure class="figcenter" id="image013" style="max-width: 25.3125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/image013.jpg" alt="image013"></figure> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>Pretty soon she went to her mamma, and learned to her great grief and +dismay, that "her" hair wasn't made like grandpa's at all, but was +fastened on, so it would be impossible ever to get it off, as he did +his.</p> + +<p>Poor Lulie! After all her pulling and snarling. She is dreadfully +disappointed. It seems to her that she cannot get over it. She thinks +she is an ill-used person; why "couldn't" her hair have been made like +grandpa's when she would have liked it so much?</p> + +<p>Mamma can't help laughing about it, but she says:</p> + +<p>"Poor child, I am sorry for her; her trouble looks as big to her, as +some of mine do to me, I dare say."</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<h3><a id="St_8">WHO'LL SETTLE IT.</a></h3> + +<p><br></p> + +<p>"THIS makes the sixth time I've caught it, without missing," Jessie +Knowlton said, as she spread her pretty sticks to catch the bright +colored hoop.</p> + +<p>"The fifth, you mean," Laura Jennings said, preparing to throw.</p> + +<p>"Why, no I don't. I mean the sixth; I've caught it five times before."</p> + +<p>"Oh, no; you are mistaken, I've been counting; you have caught it four +times."</p> + +<p>The red on Jessie's cheeks began to grow brighter. "I'll leave it to +Nettie," she said, turning to the girl who was looking on; "haven't I +caught the hoop five times?"</p> + +<p>"I guess so; I haven't been counting."</p> + +<p>"Ned," said Laura, turning to her brother, who sat on the grass, "isn't +it just four times that she has caught this hoop?"</p> + +<p>Ned laughed and glanced towards Nettie, with a mischievous wink in his +handsome eyes. "I guess so," he said. "I've been looking the other way +most of the time; but then, I've no doubt you are both right; I am +willing to agree, first with one, and then with the other."</p> + +<p>"Oh, well," said Jessie, "there is no use in leaving it to anybody! Of +course 'I' know for myself how many times I have caught a hoop, without +being watched by anybody. I wouldn't cheat, about such a silly thing as +that, at least."</p> + +<p>"Who supposed you would cheat? What is the use in being so foolish? I +say you are mistaken, and that you haven't caught this hoop but four +times."</p> + +<p>"And 'I' say I am 'not' mistaken; I know I have caught it five times."</p> + +<p>How fast they were getting on! The cheeks of both were like glowing +roses. How was it going to end? They had stopped playing, and were +looking crossly at each other; and the boy on the grass, and the girl +behind them were both beginning to feel uncomfortable.</p> + +<p>"Pshaw!" Ned said. "What difference does it make, Laura, how many times +she has caught it?"</p> + +<p>"It makes no difference to me, of course;" Laura said, stiffly—"I just +happened to speak of it, and she took me up so suddenly. I 'know' it is +but four times, but I don't see why she cares."</p> + +<p>"Bow! wow! wow!" said Towzer, getting up, and shaking his coat, and +looking fiercely at Laura; he was Jessie's dog, and he began to think +it was time to interfere. He looked so funny that Laura, as she turned +to see what was the matter with him, could not help laughing. No sooner +did she begin to laugh, than Jessie joined in with all her might; the +others helped, and before they knew it, they were all down on the +grass, in a perfect tumult of fun.</p> + +<p>"Perhaps I am mistaken," Jessie said, at last, as soon as she could +speak; "I'm sure I thought I had caught it five times."</p> + +<p>"Well, 'I' thought it wasn't but four; but, then, of course it may be I +that is mistaken; what difference does it make anyhow? Oh, Jessie, how +funny Towzer 'did' look!"</p> + +<p>And then they all laughed again. So Towzer was the one, at last, who +settled the dispute; and I think he did it in a very ingenious way.</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<div style='text-align:center'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 77247 ***</div> +</body> +</html> diff --git a/77247-h/images/image001.jpg b/77247-h/images/image001.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..f7980c5 --- /dev/null +++ b/77247-h/images/image001.jpg diff --git a/77247-h/images/image002.jpg b/77247-h/images/image002.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..7e61a2d --- /dev/null +++ b/77247-h/images/image002.jpg diff --git a/77247-h/images/image003.jpg b/77247-h/images/image003.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..1390a5d --- /dev/null +++ b/77247-h/images/image003.jpg diff --git a/77247-h/images/image004.jpg b/77247-h/images/image004.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..bece105 --- /dev/null +++ b/77247-h/images/image004.jpg diff --git a/77247-h/images/image005.jpg b/77247-h/images/image005.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..67aeebb --- /dev/null +++ b/77247-h/images/image005.jpg diff --git a/77247-h/images/image006.jpg b/77247-h/images/image006.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..368327c --- /dev/null +++ b/77247-h/images/image006.jpg diff --git a/77247-h/images/image007.jpg b/77247-h/images/image007.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..b22fa8f --- /dev/null +++ b/77247-h/images/image007.jpg diff --git a/77247-h/images/image008.jpg b/77247-h/images/image008.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..3ed1926 --- /dev/null +++ b/77247-h/images/image008.jpg diff --git a/77247-h/images/image009.jpg b/77247-h/images/image009.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..e21c72f --- /dev/null +++ b/77247-h/images/image009.jpg diff --git a/77247-h/images/image010.jpg b/77247-h/images/image010.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..4ff54f5 --- /dev/null +++ b/77247-h/images/image010.jpg diff --git a/77247-h/images/image011.jpg b/77247-h/images/image011.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..f85438f --- /dev/null +++ b/77247-h/images/image011.jpg diff --git a/77247-h/images/image012.jpg b/77247-h/images/image012.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..b9cdf85 --- /dev/null +++ b/77247-h/images/image012.jpg diff --git a/77247-h/images/image013.jpg b/77247-h/images/image013.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..e98e134 --- /dev/null +++ b/77247-h/images/image013.jpg |
