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place, and the poor little dolly was left clinging to the eaves.
This was worse than Topsy's predicament, for no one could possibly rescue her. She waited till her poor little hands ached from clinging to the sharp tin. Her playmates seemed to have disappeared. Finally, feeling that she could hold on no longer, she closed her eyes, wondering how it would feel to drop so many miles. She let go, but what was the matter? Why didn't she drop? Opening her eyes she found that her sleeve had caught on a nail, and she was still swinging to and fro with the breeze. Now she heard the girls cry, "All in but Mirandy; where is she?" and a voice called weakly, "Here, here!"
In amazement they looked up, and indeed they
