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Rh than another. Even Ida, with all her soothing ways, could not console her. If Bulka ever came back, Tubby thought, she would tell him how much she really loved him. But she couldn’t wait for that; she must write a letter, before she forgot all the things that she wanted to say, and after hunting about for a scrap of paper and a stub of lead-pencil she seated herself in a corner behind the coal-scuttle and began to write.

That looked very nice, but not quite nice enough, so sticking her tongue out carefully she began again.

The third was like this:

I love you more than the sky and more than the blue and when you come back I will