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70 How I wish I were a bird ! Then

But that would have been a bit of a job; I hear you've fixed up with the dairyman to be a hawker of curds when you grow up; I'm afraid such business won't flourish among birds; you might land yourself into serious loss. Really this is too much. Between you two I shall turn crazy. Now, I'm off. Has the dairyman been, Uncle? And why shouldn't he? He won't bother his head running errands for your pet fakir, in and out among the