C/i geegee-lokh-sis. 



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seemed just in the mood for a frolic. He ran up 

 and down the mossy rail ; he whirled about it till 

 he looked like a little gray pinwheel ; he hung head 

 down by his toes, dropped, and turned like a cat, so 



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as to light on his feet on the rail below. While 

 watching his performance, I hardly noticed that his 

 mate had gone till she reappeared suddenly on the 

 rail beside him. Then he disappeared, while she 

 kept up the performance on the rail, with more 



