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Title: The Tiny Story Book.

Author: Anonymous

Release Date: November 5, 2007 [EBook #23336]

Language: English

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THE
TINY
STORY BOOK.

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G. W. HOBBS, CHARLESTOWN.

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LITTLE ALLIE.

I have been to see my little cousin Alice. She is just three years
old, and I love her dearly. She has many things to play with. She has
a ball, a rattle, and a horse; and she had a nice wax doll given her
last Christmas, but as she got the paint off its face by kissing, it
is laid by till she is bigger. We played she was my baby, and I
dressed her up and took her to walk; after that we played have tea,
and then I rocked her to sleep, and she looked so nice I could not
help kissing her. She is coming to see me next week.

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THE SHIP.

My brother Ben has gone to sea. He has gone in a big Ship. Mother
packed his trunk with nice clothes, and put in his Bible and some good
books, and I put in my picture, and we went to see him sail. I felt
bad enough, for mother says he will be gone a whole year.

What a long time to be on the water! He says, when he comes home he
will bring mother a nice shawl and me some fine playthings. I hope he
will not get lost at sea, as some poor sailors have been.

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THE DEAD ROBIN.

See, Charles, how little Robin lies:
The film is on his gentle eyes;
His pretty beak is parted wide,
And blood is flowing from his side.

And Willy, when from school he comes,
Will run and get some little crumbs,
And fling them round, and wait to see
Robin hop lightly from the tree,

To pick the crumbs up, one by one,
And sing and chirp, when he has done;--
Then when I show him Robin dead,
How many bitter tears he'll shed!

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