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would marry you if you like when I’m big, only
I’ve promised to marry Floss.” i

“Oh, you funny little Carrots!” said Floss.
« But, nurse,” she went on, “what did Janet’s
mamma do with the hair when she had spun
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«She knitted it into a pair of stockings for
Master Hughie,” said nurse; “but they weren’t
much use. They were well enough to look at,
but no mortal boy could have worn them with-
out his legs being skinned, they were so pricky.”

« And what became of Czesar?” said Floss.
“Did his hair ever grow again ?”

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though I believe it never again looked so
silky and nice. But Czesar lived to a good
old age, for all that. He didn’t catch cold;
» for my lady made mother make him a coat
yey ry of a bit of soft warm cloth, which he wore
Se | for sometime.”
“How funny he must have looked,” said

aNd Floss.

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