THE CATCH SHEATHBILL 
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I am so near-sighted that I really can’t tell! So 
here is the fish even though you are not my 
son!” 
Mannie ate the fish with great relish. But 
when this particluar Mrs. Penguin returned to 
her home she found a hungry child waiting for 
her, and knew she had fed someone else’s boy. 
But when Mannie had eaten his breakfast 
and wandered back to the village to continue 
his search for the house with three red stones 
on one side and three white stones on the other, 
he at last sat down by the side of the street and 
began thinking of his adventure of the morn¬ 
ing, of his narrow escape from old robber 
Sheathbill. It all seemed so real to him now that 
he began to bug his eyes out in fright at the 
thought of so.narrow an escape. 
“Hello, and what are you bugging your 
eyes out so about?” asked a policeman who 
came along just then. 
Mannie was startled at the policeman’s 
question, but decided to tell the truth. 
“Why,” he said, wiggling his arms and 
