Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 102
des, it makes me hot torun after them, and angels ought never to be hot. Then Aunt Jane began to scream at me again,and, of course, I had to go. Its too bad! cried Dot. Those Spicerscows spoil all our fun. I 11 tell you what, said I, after I had shoodthem into the road. I m going to drive emright… … HOW D YE DO, MARY JANE? to the hay on the barn-floor; but we did nt care I 11 take off my little crown and stick the prickles to fly much, it was so much nicer to bounce up into you, Miss!, and down on the clouds—I mean the hay— and That s what I said, but I knew I could nt get play on our harps…
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