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THE GOLDEN TOUCH

the cool night comes, we are conscious of having enjoyed a big armful of life, since morning.

‘Come, children, come!’ cried Eustace Bright. ‘More nuts, more nuts, more nuts! Fill all your baskets; and, at Christmas time, I will crack them for you, and tell you beautiful stories!’

So away they went; all of them in excellent spirits, except little Dandelion, who, I am sorry to tell you, had been sitting on a chestnut-bur, and was stuck as full as a pincushion of its prickles. Dear me, how uncomfortably he must have felt!

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