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now before the taties come out of
the pot. I wonder who put them
in though, to-day! There was no-
body at home to do it. Perhaps
mother made a big pudding instead,
and put it in before she went out.
She always says it doesn’t matter
how long our sort of puddings boil ;
they are all the better for it.’
‘Johnny like pudding,’ said the
little fellow, quickening his steps ;
and May smiled to see that her de-
vice had succeeded ; for he was be-
ginning to drag and tire her arm.
But another thing helped him on
too. Just at this moment, Neigh-
bour Johnson’s cat came out of the
house, accompanied by her two

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