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SMALL SOULS
Cr-r-rack! Cr-r-rack! went the gouty flagstaff. “Strawberrees! . . . Fine strawberrees!” shouted the costermonger outside. Ting! went Marietje’s obstinate false note.
The girl looked up through the window.
“Those poor trees!” thought Marietje. “Oh, those poor leaves! . . .”
