In the Mist of the Mountains

by Ethel Turner

“Yes, a little dog,” said Muffie gratefully.

“Go on, I’ve got that,” said Paul.

“‘Oncepon a time there was a little dog and it—it——’”

“Was really a fairy under a enchanting spell?” whispered Lynn.

But Muffie was too sleepy to rise to the occasion. She repeated her formula once more in the hope of helping herself.

“‘Oncepon a time there was a—a dog—and it—it——’”

“Barked?” said Max.

“Yes,” said Muffie thankfully. “That’s all, Paul—write it big, and it will make a lot. Le’s go and see if tea’s ready.”

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“I haven’t lote my book,” said Max, and looked ready to cry.

“Don’t be so mean, Muffie; sit down and wait,” said Pauline. “Come on Max, darling, Paul will write yours the neatest of all. Now then.”