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properly carry him, intending to
pounce on his little treasure and se-
cure it, whether it would or not.
Going so fast, however, he did not
look where he went; and _ soon
tumbled right over a heap of straw,
and sticks, and rubbish that had been
collected by some industrious boy
who was employed to keep the road
tidy.

So down Johnny went right into
the mud; and when he got up there
was his pinafore all dirty and his
hands quite black, and his mouth all
full of mud. He was in what we
call a sorry plight.

‘Me wish Dick wouldn’t make
heaps, he cried, scrambling up