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114 that I am! Yes, seven times more than the inspired ass.

As I passed to-day, I noticed Georgiana looking down at the gate that I made yesterday. She held a flower to her nose and eyes, but behind the leaves I detected that she was laughing.

“Good-morning!" she called to me. “What did you cut that ugly hole in your fence for?”

“That’s not an ugly hole. That's a little private gateway.”

“But what’s the little private gateway for?”

“Oh, well! You don’t understand these matters. I'll tell your mother.”

“My mother is too old. She no longer stoops to such things. Tell me!”

“Impossible!”

“I’m dying to know!”