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little Dick? O my sled, mother! I do want my 

 new sled !" Dick flung his arms round his 

 mother's neck and began to sob out his , disap- 

 pointment. 



"Come, come," coaxed his mother, "chirp a 

 little, like the hopping sparrow that you are. 

 Don't cry, that is a good little man. Papa 



