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dart into the window above Major's stall. She knew the desired opportunity had come, and both she and the canary felt great anxiety as to the result of such a bold undertaking.
Just then Tom and Posy came out and seated themselves on the steps of the piazza to eat their lunch.
"Can't you tell me a story, Tom?" asked Posy; "I've told you ever so many nice ones."
"Well," said Tom, "let me see—"
"I'd rather hear about animals," said Posy.
"Well then, I guess I'll tell you about a hedgehog."
"Oh dear!" said Posy, with a disappointed air; "well, go on, Tom."
"Once there was a hedgehog," began Tom, "who lived in a little hole in the woods."
"What?" asked Posy quickly.
