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A BAYARD FROM BENGAL
The Performing Lioness kisses her Trainer on the mouth—but only in public.
The Candle complained bitterly of the unpleasantness of seeing so many scorched moths in her vicinity.
"I have taken such a fancy to thee," said the Hawk genially to the Field-Mouse, "that I am going to put thee into a really good thing."
And he opened his beak.
There are persons who have no sense of the fitness of things.
Like the Grasshopper, who insisted on putting the Snail up for the Skipping Club.
The Cat scratched the Dog's nose out of sheer playfulness—but she had no time to explain.
