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little babies look all alike ; they have much the same 

 clothes. The fathers and mothers can tell their own 

 babies when other people cannot. You cannot tell 

 from a little baby what he will be like when he grows 

 up." 



"I must go home now," said the under-gardener, 

 climbing reluctantly down from the gate. "Oh, Mr. 

 Trommel, I almost forgot ! Norah said she was going 

 to make cookies this morning. If I can, I '11 bring 

 you over some," she promised. "Which do you like 

 better the ones with the hole in the middle and the 

 crinkled edges, or just round?" 



The old man laughed. "I think I like the crinkled 

 edges best," he said. 



That afternoon Herr Trommel had just taken his 

 pruning-shears down from the hook when his assis- 

 tant presented herself. She held both hands behind 

 her back. "I 've got the cookies, Mr. Trommel," 

 she announced. "Which hand will you have? 

 Choose." 



Herr Trommel meditated a moment. "Let me see," 

 he said reflectively. "I was to have the crinkled 

 edges and the hole yes. That should be the right 

 hand. Ah, yes ! Prachtvoll ! I thank you, little 

 one." 



