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had a base voice, not altogether unlike
old P.’s, and there were other points of re-
semblance.

So when George the pig had practised
until he was really very difficult to dis-
tinguish from old P., except by an expert
who had been regularly apprenticed to the
profession, he came downstairs in old Res
clothes and swaggered out at the back —
door.

“Why, here zs old Mr. Primrose, I de-
clare,” exclaimed Daisy, who was passing.
“Good morning, Mr. Primrose ; I’m so glad
you ve come back.”

George the pig took a great pinch of
snuff, winced as though his bunions hurt
him, and said—

“Little girls should not speak until they
are addressed.”

Now the real old Primrose, who had
just tried to perch on a twig and had
broken it and fallen on his nose, witnessed
all this, and was very angry.

“How dare you pretend to be me and

take my place?” he screamed to George.
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