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Peter’s Goat

           

           “ButIthinkitisrathernicetobelikeone,”shesaidinawoman’scontradictoryway.“And,Peter,dear,thoughIcan’tgivethemmyfur,Iwouldn’tmindtheirbuildinginit.Fancyanestinmyneckwithlittlespottyeggsinit!Oh,Peter,howperfectlylovely!”

           ButastheydrewneartheSerpentine,sheshiveredalittle,andsaid,“OfcourseIshallgoandseemotheroften,quiteoften.ItisnotasifIwassayinggood-byeforevertomother,itisnotintheleastlikethat.”

           “Oh,no,”answeredPeter,butinhisheartheknewitwasverylikethat,andhewouldhavetoldhersohadhenotbeeninaquakingfearoflosingher.Hewassofondofher,hefelthecouldnotlivewithouther.“Shewillforgethermotherintime,andbehappywithme,”hekeptsayingtohimself,andhehurriedheron,givingherthimblesbytheway.

           Butevenwhenshehadseentheboatandexclaimedecstaticallyoveritsloveliness,shestilltalkedtremblinglyabouthermother.“Youknowquitewell,Peter,don’tyou,”shesaid,“thatIwouldn’tcomeunlessIknewforcertainIcouldgobacktomotherwheneverIwantto?Peter,sayit!”

           Hesaidit,buthecouldnolongerlookherintheface.

           “Ifyouaresureyourmotherwillalwayswantyou,”headdedrathersourly.

           “Theideaofmother’snotalwayswantingme!”Maimiecried,andherfaceglistened.

           “Ifshedoesn’tbaryouout,”saidPeterhuskily.

           “Thedoor,”repliedMaimie,“willalways,alwaysbeopen,andmotherwillalwaysbewaitingatitforme.

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