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Rh and crunching them. Can't I run up there?

No, my darling, no.

Wish I were a squirrel! it would be lovely. Uncle, why won't you let me go about?

Doctor says it's bad for you to be out.

How can the doctor know?

What a thing to say! The doctor can't know and he reads such huge books!