HOW THE GRASS GREW 



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" Hurry, Waddles ; don't prink any more ; don't 

 you hear the whistle? Father and mother have 

 come home early ; now there may be pudding and 

 cake for dinner." She answered the call with a 

 shrill yoh-yoh-yoh cry, that was a combination of 

 Screech Owl and Indian war-whoop, a sound that 

 had been very useful to her more than once when 

 she was lost in the far-away woods, and then 

 hurried to the house, turning Tchin's words " To- 

 morrow early " into a merry song. 



