a drink. He chased it and caught it Then he came up to findHardie. Hardie, I ve found your fox! cried the boy. Hardie ran inhaste to look; but when he saw what the boy had brought hesaid, 0 dear! That is no fox at all. It is one of Mr. Gunnsraccoons. The boy took the raccoon back, and Hardie never… … PLAY-TIME. The boys were in the garden, Digging little wells ;The girls were at the sea-side, Hunting pretty shells.
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