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you, Liebchen! Well, it was a nice dream while it lasted; and now I will go to bed."

So Grandfather went to bed. But neither the

"'We don't want our Chusey killed—we don't want him for dinner—we don't
like turkeys when they're d-e-a-d,' sobbed the children."