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The Money-jug.
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The rag-mother nodded her wicked old head. “Then to-morrow the wedding shall be,” she said. And now there ’s a noise in the hall outside, And two little children come in the door; With eager steps they hurry by Where the doll-house stands on the nursery floor. They take the money-jug down from the shelf; “Now I ll be full,” said he to himself. Said the little boy to the little girl, “We will get our Christmas money out.” Crack,smash! they broke the money-jug, And all the pennies rolled about. The rag-mother nodded her wicked old head; “And that is the end of him,” she said.
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