dear, the boy must havegot over into the grouse-moors, and lost himself; andhe lies very heavily on my conscience, poor little lad.But I know what I will do.3 II A FAIRY TALE FOR A LAND-BABY 63 So, at five the next morning up he got, and intohis bath, and into his shooting-jacket and gaiters,… … to come on his pony, and the huntsman, and thefirst whip, and the second whip, and the under-keeper with the bloodhound in a leash—a great dogas tall as a calf, of the colour of a gravel-walk,with mahogany ears and nose, and a throat like achurch-bell. They took him up to the place whereTom had…
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