Practice Typing

Mr. Pickwick almost fainted with horror and dismay. Standing before the dressing glass was a middle aged lady, in yellow curl papers, busily engaged in brushing what ladies call their back hair. However the unconscious middle aged lady came into that room, it was quite clear that she contemplated remaining there for the night; for she had brought a rushlight and shade with her, which, with praiseworthy precaution against fire, she had stationed in a basin on the floor, where.