PULLING PETER'S TOOTH
Peter had a loose tooth. It was a lower front tooth. It was his first loose tooth. He had always wanted one.
When Polly's teeth became loose, he would feel of his.
He would say, "I wish I could wiggle mine, too. I wish I could pull mine out."
Mother said, "You are not yet old enough to lose your teeth. I am glad that you are not. Why do you wish to have a loose tooth?"
"Because they are nice to wiggle," said Peter. "Because Polly is faster than I am. She has had four. I like the holes in her face, too. She can make a funny noise through them. It is a whistle."
"Your turn will come by and by," said mother. "I suppose you will lose your upper front teeth first."
But it happened one day that Peter fell down. He bumped his nose. He also cut his lip on a tooth.
He must have bumped that tooth quite hard, for it became loose. Peter was much pleased.