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Who is this in the Weighing Chair? Why, little Dot, I do declare! Three stone five! "So much as that?" Calls out Miss Dot; "then I must be fat!" On this and the opposite page you see Dot's mother, and brother, and sisters three. They wait for an underground train to come And carry them swiftly back to their home. Wonderful trains! From morn till night, Clattering through tunnels without daylight, Hither and thither they run, up and down, Beneath the streets of London Town. Many prefer these trains instead Of the cabs and "Busses" overhead, For they run much faster than horses can. Miss Dot's papa is a busy man, |
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Who is this in the Weighing Chair? Why, little Dot, I do declare! Three stone five! "So much as that?" Calls out Miss Dot; "then I must be fat!" On this and the opposite page you see Dot's mother, and brother, and sisters three. They wait for an underground train to come And carry them swiftly back to their home. |
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Wonderful trains! From morn till night, Clattering through tunnels without daylight, Hither and thither they run, up and down, Beneath the streets of London Town. Many prefer these trains instead Of the cabs and "Busses" overhead, For they run much faster than horses can. Miss Dot's papa is a busy man, |
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And goes to the City every day By the "Underground,"—the quickest way: And One Hundred Millions of people, 'tis found, Are carried each year by the "Underground." |
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And goes to the City every day By the "Underground,"—the quickest way: And One Hundred Millions of people, 'tis found, Are carried each year by the "Underground." |
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