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THE GIANTS HEART. |
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"It is," said the lark, rather rudely. "The darkness is quite thin. I can almost see my own beak."
" Nonsense ! " said the lark's wife. " You know you came home yesterday morning quite worn out—you had to fly so very high before you saw him. I am sure he would not mind if you took it a little easier. Do be quiet and go to sleep again."
"That's not it at all," said the lark. "He doesn't want me. I want him. Let me up, I say."
He began to sing; and Tricksey-Wee and Buffy-Bob, having now learned the way, answered
him :—
"I will sing a song,
I'm the Lark." " Sing, sing, Throat-strong,
Little Kill-the-dark. What will you sing about,
Now the night is out ? n |
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