vrood-fiowen one day. The shadow of the shoe fill on the moss beneath the little maple. LITTLE FIDGET. Looking up, Beth saw the nest. Her papa bent the maple down,and Beth looked in. She saw five cunning little blue eggs lyingcosily against the gray lining. Beth is a tiny girl, just past being… … LITTLE FIDGET. My restless little boy, You cant sit still a minute;Your mug is upsidedown, And not a drop is in it LOUIE BRIKK THE GOOD LITTLE MILKMAN. One morning last week I was walking along the street, and I sawa kitten on the pavement. It was white, with black spots on itshead and neck. It sat…
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