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the little man gave her such a num-
ber of very sweet kisses that his sister
could not resist his pleading any
longer, but began slowly untying the
string.

‘A horse, I declare! Is it for
Johnny ? cried the little boy, jump-
ing about for joy. And then kneel-
ing down beside it, he began a
thorough examination, stroking its
mane, admiring its face, and counting
its legs; interrupting himself every
other minute by such exclamations
as :—

‘Oh, its a booty! ’Ou dear
horse, ou! Ou belong to me, ’ou
know, and so on; while May stood
by enjoying his pleasure more than

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