e good care of Pip, mamma, said Polly ; and mamma prom-ised to be very careful. Pip sat on her hand while she wrote a letter, and pecked at herfingers until he grew tired. Then he tried to put bis little headunder his wing to go to sleep. Mamma soon forgot all about him ; and when she came to look… … his hack, with his little claws curled up, and his little eyes tightlyclosed. Then Polly cried until Uncle Bob took her on his knee and toldher he would carve her a beautiful stone to put on Pips grave. Polly dried her eyes and put Pip in a little box lined with cotton.Aunt Fan gave her a bunch of…
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