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212 So cry no more for fear I am eaten,
 * The naughty wolf is shot,

And if you will come to tea some evening,
 * You shall see for yourself I'm not."

Johnny was immensely pleased at this, for Red Riding-Hood was a great favorite of hers.

Philly had a bit of india-rubber in his letter, which was written with very black ink on a big sheet of foolscap: