"Oh, thank you, Baby."
So Baby unturned her toes some more, and said,
"Of course I shall like you to come with me, Mother—if it won't tire you," which was quite a lie, but not one to count.
So Baby's mother answered rather weepy,
"Very sorry, Baby. I'm sure I don't want to be a spoil-sport. Only I must consider things," and she got out her handkerchief.
Then Baby turned her toes quite out, and she rose, and ran, and cried,
"Darling old thing!" and hugged her up.
So Baby's mother began to chuckle again; and she put on her bonnet and Baby her boa; and they started down the lane together, arm in arm: for everybody lives only a few miles off in That Country: so you never go by train except to Moonland.
And it is all country in That Country, only for the Town on the Tumble-down Hill: for all the nice things happen in the country; and it is mostly all nice in this story—except the Commander-in-Chief.
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