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then at the sleeping birds. Not one of them wore anything.
'How many of your toes are thumbs?1 said Solomon a little cruelly, and Peter saw to his consternation, that all his toes were fingers. The shock was so great that it drove away his cold.
* Ruffle your feathers,' said that grim old Solomon, and Peter tried most desperately hard to ruffle his feathers, but he had none. Then he rose up, quaking, and for the first time since he stood on the window ledge, he remembered a lady who had been very fond of him.
41 think I shall go back to mother,' he said timidlv.
* Good-bye,' replied Solomon Caw with a queer look.
But Peter hesitated. 'Why don't you go f' the old one asked politely.
'1 suppose,' said Peter huskily,'1 suppose I can still fly V
You see he had lost faith.
'Poor little half-and-half!' said Solomon, 28 |
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