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fine morning, and--and--" fire on his head much in the same way as the fabled ass's kick. Looking"Chug-a-rum," said Grandfather Frog, "you want me to tell you a story." back now in a retrospective kind of arrangement all seemed a kind of The Merry Little Breezes giggled again. "How did you ever guess it?" dream. And then coming back was the worst thing you ever did because itthey cried. "It must be because you are so very, very wise. Will you went without saying you would feel out of place as things always moved tell us a story, Grandfather Frog? Will you please?" with the times. Why, as he reflected, Irishtown strand, a locality heGrandfather Frog looked up and winked one big, goggly eye at jolly, had not been in for quite a number of years looked different somehow

round, red Mr. Sun, who was smiling down from the blue sky. Then he sat since, as it happened, he went to reside on the north side. North orstill so long that the Merry Little Breezes began to fear that south, however, it was just the wellknown case of hot passion, pure and Grandfather Frog was out of sorts and that there would be no story that simple, upsetting the applecart with a vengeance and just bore out the morning. They fidgeted about among the bulrushes and danced back and very thing he was saying as she also was Spanish or half so, types that

forth across the lily-pads. They had even begun to think again of Mrs. wouldn't do things by halves, passionate abandon of the south, castingRedwing's babies. every shred of decency to the winds. "Chug-a-rum!" said Grandfather Frog suddenly. "What shall I tell you --Just bears out what I was saying, he, with glowing bosom said toabout?" Stephen, about blood and the sun. And, if I don't greatly mistake she Just then a black shadow swept across the Smiling Pool. "Caw, caw, caw, was Spanish too.caw!" shouted Blacky the Crow noisily, as he flew over toward Farmer --The king of Spain's daughter, Stephen answered, adding something or Brown's cornfield. other rather muddled about farewell and adieu to you Spanish onions and"Tell us why Blacky the Crow always wears a coat of black, as if he were the first land called the Deadman and from Ramhead to Scilly was so and

in mourning," shouted the Merry Little Breezes. so many. Grandfather Frog watched Blacky disappear behind the Lone Pine. Then, --Was she? Bloom ejaculated, surprised though not astonished by any

Copyright © 2024 Respmail. All rights reserved. If you do not want to receive emails from us, you can unsubscribe. when the Merry Little Breezes had settled down, each in the golden heart means, I never heard that rumour before. Possible, especially there, it of a white water-lily, he began: was as she lived there. So, Spain. "Once upon a time, when the world was young, old Mr. Crow, the Carefully avoiding a book in his pocket _Sweets of_, which reminded him grandfather a thousand times removed of Blacky, whom you all know, lived by the by of that Cap l street library book out of date, he took out his in the Green Forest on the edge of the Green Meadows, just as Blacky pocketbook and, turning over the various contents it contained rapidly does now, and with him lived his brothers and sisters, his uncles and finally he. aunts, his cousins and all his poor relations. --Do you consider, by the by, he said, thoughtfully selecting a faded "Now Mr. Crow was very smart. Indeed, he was the smartest of all the photo which he laid on the table, that a Spanish type?