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much and try to make me happy ! " and 

 that made me feel much better. 



And still, any one would have known 

 that Fessor was once a boy, a real, 

 teasing, mean kind of a boy, for now 

 and again he seemed to delight in teas- 

 ing me. I must confess I got used to 

 it, and did n't mind it very much, but 

 at first it distressed me quite a little, 

 and I felt hurt when he just stood there 

 and laughed at me. 



One day he had taken me out onto 

 the lawn as he often did and I was 

 hopping about, when suddenly he took 

 off his great big, broad-brimmed som- 

 brero and threw it right over me, so 

 that it fell to the ground a few feet 

 beyond me. I was so scared! I saw 

 that black thing skimming over me and 

 thought it was a dreadful something 



