"IT \'S so wainy, I can\'t go out, and evwybody is so cwoss they won\'t play with me," said Maud, when Polly found her fretting on the stairs, and paused to ask the cause of her wails.
"I \'ll play with you; only don\'t scream and wake your mother. What shall we play?"
"I don\'t know; I \'m tired of evwything, \'cause my toys are all bwoken, and my dolls are all sick but Clawa," moaned Maud, giving a jerk to the Paris doll which she held upside down by one leg in the most unmaternal manner.
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