I must run:
he will eat me."
DOLL AND I.
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"Oh, dear! On, dear!
'Tis al-most nine.
The birds all sing,
The sun does shine.
Poor Doll and I
To school must go:
I don't see why,
We hate it so.
I hate those let-ters. They twist and turn.
There's no use try-ing: I'll nev-er learn.
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"Hur-rah! hur-rah!
At last it's two!
I am so glad!
What shall we do?
Come, Doll, let's run.
I'll nev-er go,
When I get big,
To school, I know;
But ev-er-y min-ute of the day
I'll spend just as I like, in play."
THE BIRTHDAY PRESENT.
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"Hold it tight, Tom, dear," said May. "Mam-ma will be pleased at her
birth-day gift. I think it is just love-ly." But the words were not out
of her mouth when Tom caught his foot and fell at full length on the
car-pet. Crash! went the vase that was to have been mam-ma's pres-ent
in-to bits.
May burst in-to tears, but she stopped all at once when she saw that Tom
did not get up, and that his face was grow-ing ve-ry white.
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