TO MIGRATE HOME 
ELL, son,” said Mannie Pen¬ 
guin’s father, the old Emper¬ 
or, after Mannie had had his 
breakfast, “now that you 
have tried twice going out to 
see the world for yourself, 
how do you like it?” His voice was kindly and 
not scolding a bit. 
“I don’t like it,” said Mannie, speaking 
frankly, just as a son of an emperor should 
always speak. 
“Well, then,” said his father, “supposing 
you don’t try it any more all by yourself. You 
must wait two weeks longer till all of our peo¬ 
ple have their bathing-suits done, then we will 
take a long journey to our home. Perhaps there 
won’t be much adventure about that, but when 
we are all in our winter quarters and the 
autumn work is done, then you and I shall go 
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