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Lucie, knocked—once—twice, and interrupted the song. A little frightened voice called out "Who's that?"
Lucie opened the door: and what do you think there
was inside the hill?—a nice clean kitchen with a
flagged floor and wooden beams—just like any other
farm kitchen. Only the ceiling was so low that Lucie's
head nearly touched it; and the pots and pans were
small, and so was everything there. |
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