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seemed to get a great bit nearer. But
still there was another good piece to
go; and now Johnny began to com-
plain of his shoes.

‘They so tiff. They hurt me,’
cried the little man, whimpering ;
and then he added, ‘Me can’t run
in shoes.’

‘Oh! but you must,’ said May
decidedly. ‘I only wish I had got
mine on. My feet wouldn’t be so
cold.’

‘Me don’t care for cold. Me
can’t bear them,’ said Johnny. ‘Me
take them off and carry them.’

‘Oh! no; you mustn’t; father
will be so angry; and you promised
to be a good boy,’ cried May.

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