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140 At the Back of the North Wind |
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" How should vou know, child? You've been too well taken care of, I trust."
"Oh yes, I have," returned Diamond. "I'm so sorry! I thought you were taken care of too. I thought my father took care of you. I will ask him |
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about it. I think he must have forgotten."
"Dear boy!"said his mother; "your father's the best man in the world."
"So I thought!" returned Diamond with triumph. " I was sure of it!— Well, doesn't he take very good care of you?"
"Yes, yes, he does," answered his mother, bursting into tears. "But who's to take care |
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of him? And how is he to take care of us if he's got nothing to eat himself?"
"Oh dear!" said Diamond with a gasp; "hasn't he got anything to eat? Oh! I must go home to him."
"No, no. child. He's not come to that yet. But what's to become of us, I don't know." |
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