Practice Typing

In the morning, before I got up, Strap came into my chamber, and, finding me awake, hemmed several times, scratched his head, cast his eyes upon the ground, and, with a very foolish kind of simper upon his face gave me to understand he had something to communicate. By your countenance, said I, I expect to hear good tidings. Indifferently, replied he, tittering, that is, hereafter as it shall be.