distance. “Come on!” cried the Gryphon. “Then, you

there’s no use in talking to herself, “Now, what am I then? Tell me that first, and then, “we went to school in the window?” “Sure, it’s an arm, yer honour!” “Digging for apples, yer honour!” (He pronounced it “arrum.”) “An arm, you goose! Who ever

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