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poor boy, but a moment in which to make up his
mind, and what do you think he did? Seizing a
handful of buttercups (and how fortunate it was
for him that they happened to grow right there) he
covered his entire head with butter. Then gather-

 

ing himself together, he ran toward the duck with
a tremendous rush. He was the very best runner
at school, which was, of course, of the greatest
assistance to him in doing this wonderful thing.
Can you credit me, when I tell you that Gardner
jumped directly into the widely opened mouth of
the monster duck, and that he went with such /ve-
mendous force that he shot right through her, land-
ing a foot beyond her, face down, on the ground!