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Rh You come out to play with us, yes do. Doctor won't let me out. Doctor! Suppose the likes of you mind the doctor. Let's be off; it is getting late. Don't. Why not play on the road near this window? I could watch you then.

What can we play at here? With all these toys of mine lying about. Here you are, have them. I