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 The ransom very soon was paid And Edward, once more free, Borne off in triumph. Though arrayed In shabby coat and trousers frayed And baggy at the knee, He was more precious to Pen's heart Than if they'd been quite new and smart.

And faithful Horace, too, was bought —Pen saw by Edward's eye No freedom for himself he sought If his pet lamb's fate should be fraught With doubt—he'd rather die. But Horace had to run like mad, So fast a pace his mistress had.

"I'd go through twice as much for this," Thought Edward with a sigh As he received his hundredth kiss, And Horace, wrapped in wool and bliss, Just winked the other eye. And how they relished, to be sure, The other dolls' discomfiture!