dear old doctor, 'cause she knows he can't 

 help hurting a little bit. Now the doctor's 

 going to say Roily-poly! pretty soon, pretty 



soon. 



Thus his playful words helped me bear 

 the long ordeal, for I knew he was about to 

 roll me gently over, and buckle the last little 

 gilt buckle. Then I would spring on my 

 feet and put my little arms around his neck, 

 in joyful gratitude, and try to smile through 

 my pain, out of my great brown eyes. 



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