He perched miserably on the
fence, and watched George the pig
sitting, puffing at his favourite
pipe, in the little porch -of the
cottage.

George the pig was growing
every moment more and more like
old Primrose; he had grown a
stubbly beard, and his ears had
got almost like old P.’s; and he
was developing toes on his feet,

   
 

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and bunions on his toes. eB

And one day as Daisy Tinkler =
was trotting home from school a
poor little ordinary-sized butterfly,
which was being pursued by a
boy with a cap, alighted on her
finger.

“Daisy,” it said in a gruff EO ereoe

      
 

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AT HOME
TEA & Music
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