Practice Typing

It was between ten and eleven oclock when Mrs. Micawber rose to replace her cap in the whitey brown paper parcel, and to put on her bonnet. Mr. Micawber took the opportunity of Traddles putting on his great coat, to slip a letter into my hand, with a whispered request that I would read it at my leisure. I also took the opportunity of my holding a candle over the banisters to light them down, when Mr.