“Poor old Fuzzy,” said Mary, who was hopping along as merry as a cricket, feeling quite safe with mamma’s hand. “Poor old Fuzzy. He never meaned to run away, did he, mamma? When Baby Dolly’s a big girl we’ll tell her she needn’t be f’ightened of poor Fuzzy—it’s only his play; isn’t it, mamma dear?”
The End.
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