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A CHAMPION IN ANKLE-STRAPS.
By Ethel Turner.
Illustrated by A. Bauerle.
OH, if you please!" said Dolly.
The postman swung round on his heel in the direction of the little voice. Then he looked down. Quite a long way his eyes had to travel, for cubits had added themselves to his stature long after he measured six feet and imagined he had finished his bean-like growth. And the little voice belonged to only three feet eight inches.
"I never rerd you," he said.
Dolly looked apologetically at her shoes, which were very small and light, and of the kind called ankle-straps.
"They have no heels," she said; "but I breeved very loudly, Peterson. Didn't you hear me breeve?"
"No," said Peterson, "I never rerd anythink kat tall." He sorted the letters and papers for this big square house as he spoke.
"But it's Thursday, Peterson," Dolly said. "You weren't going to forget, were you? You would have waited, wouldn't you, Peterson dear? You know I begged you so 'ticlarly." Her little sweet face was full of anxiety.
Peterson was holding a letter within an inch or two of his short-sighted eyes.
"You said das sow you'd be at the gate," he muttered. An envelope addressed in male caligraphy to
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