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Peter’s Goat

           Hereyesglistenedwithadmirationwhenhetoldherofhisadventures,especiallyofhowhewenttoandfrobetweentheislandandtheGardensintheThrush’sNest.

           “Howromantic,”Maimieexclaimed,butitwasanotherunknownword,andhehunghisheadthinkingshewasdespisinghim.

           “IsupposeTonywouldnothavedonethat?”hesaidveryhumbly.

           “Never,never!”sheansweredwithconviction,“hewouldhavebeenafraid.”

           “Whatisafraid?”askedPeterlongingly.Hethoughtitmustbesomesplendidthing.“Idowishyouwouldteachmehowtobeafraid,Maimie,”hesaid.

           “Ibelievenoonecouldteachthattoyou,”sheansweredadoringly,butPeterthoughtshemeantthathewasstupid.ShehadtoldhimaboutTonyandofthewickedthingshedidinthedarktofrightenhim(sheknewquitewellthatitwaswicked),butPetermisunderstoodhermeaningandsaid,“Oh,howIwishIwasasbraveasTony.”

           Itquiteirritatedher.“YouaretwentythousandtimesbraverthanTony,”shesaid,“youareeversomuchthebravestboyIeverknew!”

           Hecouldscarcelybelieveshemeantit,butwhenhedidbelievehescreamedwithjoy.

           “Andifyouwantverymuchtogivemeakiss,”Maimiesaid,“youcandoit.”

           VeryreluctantlyPeterbegantotakethethimbleoffhisfinger.Hethoughtshewanteditback.

           “Idon’tmeanakiss,”shesaidhurriedly,“Imeanathimble.”

           “What’sthat?”Peterasked.

           “It’slikethis,”shesaid,andkissedhim.

           “Ishouldlovetogiveyouathimble,”Petersaidgravely,sohegaveherone.

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