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KANNY, THE KANGABOO 



to drink, for the clay was hot, and in spite of the fruit, 

 she was thirsty. Glancing round, her eye fell on the 



KANNY FRIGHTENS THE CARPENTERS 



pewter pots, which the men had just filled with beer — for 

 it was their hour for leaving off work — and without 

 hesitation she took a sip. The taste she thought was 



