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… … My Dear Pip, Aged Three Weeks. I loved Pip ever so much, said Polly, afterwards, to hermamma; but I am real glad I can go out to play with the girlsagain ; and then, we had such a beautiful funeral! LOUISE THRUSH BROOKS. A Bolted Door May keep out tramps and burglars, butnot Asthma, Bronchitis,…
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