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stones and one red one. I mustn’t forget that. 
Mannie turned and counted them again to 
make sure. These stones were in the wall of his 
own home. He was going out for a ramble. 
His father and mother had both gone out to fish 
in the sea. They had told him to remember 
about the stones, for if he didn’t he would 
never be able to find his way home. It was 
much easier to find his home than to find his 
parents, for they were dressed so very much 
like all the other folks of the village that occa¬ 
sionally there was a great squabble over whose 
children certain youngsters were anyway. 
He counted the stones once more, then 
went waddling away toward the upper edge of 
the village. He had taken little trips about his 
own part of the town, but to-day he felt sure 
he was going to make a visit to the south addi¬ 
tion which the Adelie Penguin folks were 
building. 
On and on he waddled, looking this way 
and that, and enjoying the splendid sunshine 
