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quadgram frequency
imp and the elf36
the imp and the36
elf and the imp7
the elf and the7
on the top of6
the top of the6
the end of the6
must be confessed that5
as soon as the5
it must be confessed5
and the imp and4
are such a lot4
one of them is4
of the old mansion4
the last of the4
there are such a4
i do not know4
on the other side4
the edge of the4
such a lot of4
put it on the4
of one of the4
a good deal of4
lot of things to3
and the elf and3
as if they were3
the way to the3
by the side of3
out of the window3
when the hay is3
in the middle of3
you in the spring3
one after the other3
months of the year3
and then we all3
at the end of3
and one of them3
like to know what3
and the elf always3
when we think of3
it was a great3
we go to the3
to look for them3
be confessed that the3
to be a farmer3
this time that the3
is going to be3
and put it on3
the shelter of the3
a small white hillock3
and the elf are3
he thought he would3
time that the blackbird3
to spend the winter3
a lot of things3
the blackbird could not3
and as soon as3
can you believe it3
i told you in3
as if he were3
and the elf love3
were to be seen3
at the same time3
was not a little3
it is time to3
over the top of3
he was afraid that3
the other side of3
told you in the3
as soon as we3
it on the top3
to the woods we3
in a tone of3
day the blackbird had3
early in the spring3
and he was very3
end of chirp the3
on a small white3
for a few moments3
soon as we hear2
down to the ground2
falling on all sides2
under the old porch2
do not know if2
he became aware of2
passed over one or2
as soon as they2
we think of spring2
eager little faces would2
the branch of a2
all three of us2
tea out of doors2
on the very top2
some people call them2
of the window and2
a tone of surprise2
about this time that2
to tell each other2
swallows are most curious2
know what i am2
the side of the2
little cold droppings seemed2
come into the field2
the sheep are all2
branch on the lime2
if it were not2
in some parts of2
bushes by the bay2
flew off to the2
never builds a nest2
the sheep in the2
became aware of a2
in the evergreen bush2
a few of the2
the flowers of the2
parts of the country2
is very pleasant to2
towards the end of2
wash the sheep in2
few moments of silence2
gables of the old2
to his favourite branch2
he was not a2
to know what i2
do we gather into2
from the window and2
heard in the land2
and away we go2
favourite branch on the2
is great fun to2
front of the old2
this was a secret2
window where two eager2
there are no leaves2
when we go to2
then by a long2
the twelve months of2
after all it was2
little boys and girls2
old friend the rook2
we all know that2
each side of the2
it was only a2
and it was not2
the exception of the2
lots and lots of2
with a picture for2
bay window and sang2
to go to bed2
pursue him wherever he2
not very far off2
tree in the orchard2
very early in the2
the bottom of the2
what i told you2
at the bottom of2
he did not feel2
the fields in summer2
a secret corner to2
comes the imp and2
way to the woods2
birds repaired at eventide2
blackbird on a small2
october comes they assemble2
on the branch of2
along the edge of2
wonder if you know2
after a few moments2
the last bunch of2
and that they are2
to pursue him wherever2
to say nothing of2
the little boy with2
the very top of2
when october comes they2
as fast as they2
often too hot to2
and in and out2
is time to gather2
and the elf sit2
farmers wash the sheep2
to the woods in2
in her white frock2
rose in the air2
what do you think2
the top of a2
he and his wife2
friends willie and alice2
quite late into the2
here and there by2
it out of the2
we do not like2
berries will be poorish2
not to speak of2
then we come to2
he had not been2
that some of the2
it was a little2
he did so he2
just as if he2
might find out what2
it is very pleasant2
noticed a most unusual2
one of the eggs2
now the weather is2
to enable us to2
at least so thought2
it on the ground2
and then we hear2
on the bough above2
a picture for each2
and then came a2
and then the old2
been there very long2
and it was some2
when the sun is2
heart summer trips away2
their young ones would2
you are in the2
the glory of the2
that he is going2
by the bay window2
on the way to2
he could not help2
that after all it2
in another moment the2
found his way to2
we hear the cuckoo2
the crocuses and snow2
the snow of the2
of the house and2
last of the strawberries2
it is true that2
picture for each month2
out on the lawn2
and summer and winter2
long avenue of lime2
cuckoo is a welcome2
the elf always picks2
the hay is cut2
that his young ones2
we will be jolly2
curious and interesting creatures2
fun to watch them2
going to be a2
with a shrill cry2
am to do for2
and some of the2
sat on her nest2
here and there from2
the two friends flew2
be poorish eating day2
the red and white2
and the sound of2
no nurse to look2
we gather into barns2
what i am to2
faces would be watching2
was afraid that nanny2
is a welcome sound2
there are plenty of2
over one or two2
fast as they can2
it so happened that2
first introduced to him2
great fun to watch2
would be watching for2
the old bay window2
say nothing of the2
of the three happenings2
at the back of2
in front of the2
it were not for2
he alighted on a2
seemed to pursue him2
a long avenue of2
corner to which the2
was a secret corner2
very far from the2
little faces would be2
little friends willie and2
some time before the2
be watching for him2
is covered with snow2
for the sake of2
the elf and i2
so he thought he2
it is very good2
we go through the2
all it was only2
we were first introduced2
he perched one morning2
hopping and frisking about2
of the singing of2
with the exception of2
eating day after day2
window and sang a2
at this moment willie2
was falling on all2
the beginning of the2
the trees in the2
was only a dream2
perched one morning on2
the following day the2
was some time before2
and that is the2
as he perched one2
the blackbird noticed a2
cut and tossed and2
from under the old2
have taught me the2
a remarkably fine young2
branches of the trees2
and now that the2
spring and summer and2
the bay window and2
by a long avenue2
wood behind which the2
put them into the2
him wherever he went2
tell you about the2
in the fields in2
this is a very2
now that the leaves2
and then they come2
there had been no2
their eggs in the2
for imps and elves2
he had never noticed2
a welcome sound to2
and with no small2
do you remember the2
find that after all2
it is great fun2
at the sight of2
and tossed and dried2
is just like a2
adapted to northern latitudes2
the nest in the2
and sang a song2
the blackbird happened to2
i wonder if you2
find out what they2
of the little boy2
a long time ago2
to see the little2
find the tracks of2
the forests for firewood2
a few moments of2
and then one day2
one or two snow2
to look after them2
the back of the2
of a certain bay2
tea in the hay2
flat on the ground2
which the birds repaired2
the west side of2
the little cold droppings2
on the ground and2
that he had been2
he flew off to2
swiftly passed over one2
are most curious and2
blackbird noticed a most2
one day the blackbird2
for a long time2
welcome sound to every2
where two eager little2
of cuckoo is a2
nanny might find out2
regretted the fall of2
west side of the2
cold droppings seemed to2
poorish eating day after2
other side of the2
will be poorish eating2
certain bay window where2
out of the nest2
of hay over the2
and that is a2
and the elf says2
off to the laurel2
following day the blackbird2
not so very far2
twelve months of the2
i am to do2
and when we think2
it was some time2
it is just like2
out what they were2
they had been so2
time of the singing2
the colour of the2
to hear the cuckoo2
the blackbird had a2
nurse to look after2
afraid that nanny might2
to find out when2
could not help feeling2
knew of a certain2
two eager little faces2
and there was a2
he knew of a2
voice of the turtle2
in all the world2
my dear little friend2
as the imp and2
the singing of birds2
and then as the2
and then they throw2
what they were doing2
were first introduced to2
the white and yellow2
home from the fields2
the sweet ones in2
the leaves are falling2
the voice of the2
nor do we gather2
wall near the stables2
the blackbird on a2
shelter of the ivy2
side of the house2
thought that never before2
behind which the sun2
the sake of his2
most curious and interesting2
the leaves on the2
into the air and2
some parts of the2
lay their eggs in2
the blackbird had his2
the swallows are most2
to find that after2
by the time he2
to the forests for2
have a good look2
the birds repaired at2
do not know any2
a certain bay window2
droppings seemed to pursue2
we think of summer2
of all the year2
soon as they are2
the elf put the2
looked very fresh and2
is a very pleasant2
of the old house2
so as not to2
thought he would just2
the time he had2
all the other birds2
about the same time2
tossed and dried and2
he could not imagine2
remember what i told2
was a good deal2
were just beginning to2
sound to every one2
mown hay was falling2
where we were first2
occurred to him that2
bay window where two2
confessed that the blackbird2
it was with a2
it occurred to him2
all the spring signs2
nest in the evergreen2
and it is not2
hay was falling on2
his favourite branch on2
go to the woods2
and then by a2
the farmers wash the2
forward to in the2
you remember what i2
to which the birds2
that nanny might find2
see them in the2
one morning on the2
it is covered with2
alighted for a moment2
cried the little boy2
secret corner to which2