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you, Mr. Oak-man,” to each of them, and
bent down and gave each of them a kiss,
and they all laughed because they were
pleased, and when she got out she could
still hear them laughing quietly together.

Another story that pleased Littlejohn
hugely, and he liked W. V. to tell it as he
lay in a hollow among the heather with his
bonnet pulled down to the tip of his nose,
was about the lost little girl who walked
among the high grass —it was quite up to
her eyes—till she was “tired to death.”
So she lay down, and just as she was begin-
ning to doze off she heard a very soft voice
humming her to’ sleep, and she felt warm
soft arms snuggling her close to a warm
breast. And as she was wondering who it
could be that was so kind to her, the soft
voice whispered, “It is only mother, dearie ;
sleep-a-sleep, dearie ; only mother cuddling
her little girl.” And when she woke there
was no one there, and she had been lying
in quite a little grassy nest in the hollow of
the ground.

Littlejohn himself could hardly credit the
change which this voluble, piquant, imperious

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