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‘Me don’t know what memory
stuff is; but me know me don’t
member granny one bit,’ returned
the little man very positively.

‘Then I think you ought to,’ said
May, a little seriously. ‘It isn’t
good to forget people who are kind
to us, father says so. But granny
doesn’t forget so soon: she remem-
bers mother when she was a little
baby.’

‘Mammy wasn’t ever a ikkle baby,’
returned Johnny opening his eyes
very wide.

‘Oh, but she was, Johnny —a tiny
tiny-—just like you were when you
wore that long white frock that
mother keeps in her drawer, which

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