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one, and it was wonderful how soon his hand was 

 empty. We didn't eat them every minute because 

 we laughed sometimes, and Tommy said I looked 

 like a baby bird opening its mouth to be fed. I 

 don't believe he meant a young robin, for the ones 

 he showed me when spring was here were the 

 ugliest little things I ever saw. 



Our fingers were red to the knuckles when we 

 reached Warley Towers. Mrs. Todd said not to 

 mind though, and that if she had had a chance to 

 eat anything half as good as Wild Strawberries, 

 her fingers would look just the same. 



Philip had played so much with his new dog 

 that he didn't even know that Strawberries were 

 ripe. 



