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the day was the game with papa
in the, evening, but that couldn't
be counted upon. Very often he
would have to leave the dinner-
table suddenly, and when we heard
his peculiar slam of the hall-door
before the bell rang to summon us
down, we knew that we had lost
our game, and we comforted our-
selves by telling each other that
papa had gone to see some little
sick child like baby Willie, and to
make him quite well; and then we
would make up our minds to a
good quiet game by ourselves.

We used to take turns, he
playing at doll with me one time,