Practice Typing

At the office in Little Britain there was the usual letter writing, hand washing, candle snuffing, and safe locking, that closed the business of the day. As I stood idle by Mr. Jaggerss fire, its rising and falling flame made the two casts on the shelf look as if they were playing a diabolical game at bo peep with me; while the pair of coarse, fat office candles that dimly lighted Mr.