Poor Billy dangling from a bough, high above the ground.
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HOW THEY RAN AWAY
Two little boys sat on the fence whittling arrows one fine day. Said one little boy to the other little boy,—
“Let’s do something jolly.”
“All right. What will we do?”
“Run off to the woods and be hunters.”
“What can we hunt?”
“Mullin says there ain’t any round here.”