MY FLANNEL ROOSTER.

AM a little girl and my name is Margaret. I
| have a papa and a mamma, and I have also

a great many toys, but the toy I love best is
my own dear Rooster. He is really a beautiful
Rooster. He is made of red flannel, and is
very fat and has black worsted eyes, and two very
strong, stiff legs on which he can stand alone. It
really seems as if he could do everything except
crow, and as he can’t do that, I do it for him.
The other day I caught a bad cold, and had to
stay in the house. I was playing with my Roos-
ter and forgot my cold, and tried to crow, but I
made such a funny, hoarse sound that it made me
laugh. The Rooster stood on the table before me,
and I began again, when what do you think he
did? He turned his head slowly, and looking

sternly at me, said :
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