Old Primrose

In the village of Low Downbury lived a
dreadfully ugly old man named Primrose.
When a great friend of his, who had not
seen him since he was a baby of one year
old, caught sight of him at the age of eighty-
five, he did not recognise him. “This can’t
be my old friend Primrose!” he exclaimed,
“because my old friend Primrose, the very
last time I saw him, was quite pink and
smooth, and this person is quite soot -
coloured, and all over wrinkles!” And his
old friend would not have anything to do
with him.

I have merely told you this to show how
ugly old Primrose was.

One day in the spring time, Daisy Tinkler,

alittle girl who lived in the village, was gather-
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