one sound child.This was little Sambo,knit of worsted; blackface, scail.r jacket, yel-low trousers, and all.When he tumbled intothe wash-bowl Weezysqueezed him out, anddried him over the n ter. When he ravelledmamma darned him, andmade him as good as new.Qd from his white sewing- Bilk teeth to his… … What for Sambo run away and hide? cried she. Nowmamma mua tie Sambo, cause Sambo did nt mind. She looked about the hall for something to tie him to, and sawpapas overcoat on the hat-tree. The buttons on the back of it werejust within her reach. WEEZYS SAMBO. There! Sambo must be tied till he is a…
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