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 RESENTLY she came to a spring, bubbling out from the hillside.

Some one had stood a tin can upon a stone to catch the water—but the water was already running over, for the can was no bigger than an egg-cup! And where the sand upon the path was wet—there were footmarks of a very small person.

Lucie ran on, and on.

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