interest. She had black hair and brown legs and a buff short frock and

very intelligent eyes. And when he had reached a sufficient proximity

she remarked: "Hello!"

Hello," said Mr. Polly, and saved himself in the nick of time from

disaster.

Silly," said the young lady, and Mr. Polly lunged nearer.

What are you called?"

Polly."

Liar!"

Why?"

I'm Polly."

Then I'm Alfred. But I meant to be Polly."

I was first."

All right. I'm going to be the ferryman."

I see. You'll have to punt better."

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