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CHAPTER XX

THE WOUNDED BIRD.

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Johnny’s small head was
very full of the ‘ dear dickies,’ as he
called them, after the discovery of
that nest in the tree. He did not
talk of much else al] the afternoon,
either to his mother, who was at
home washing, or to young Sammy
Jenkins, who came in to play with
him; though, when he was going to