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Peter’s Goat

           

           “Then,”saidPeter,notwithoutgrimness,“stepin,ifyoufeelsosureofher,”andhehelpedMaimieintotheThrush’sNest.

           “Butwhydon’tyoulookatme?”sheasked,takinghimbythearm.

           Petertriedhardnottolook,hetriedtopushoff,thenhegaveagreatgulpandjumpedashoreandsatdownmiserablyinthesnow.

           Shewenttohim.“Whatisit,dear,dearPeter?”shesaid,wondering.

           “Oh,Maimie,”hecried,“itisn’tfairtotakeyouwithmeifyouthinkyoucangoback.Yourmother”hegulpedagain“youdon’tknowthemaswellasIdo.”

           Andthenhetoldherthewofulstoryofhowhehadbeenbarredout,andshegaspedallthetime.“Butmymother,”shesaid,“mymother”

           “Yes,shewould,”saidPeter,“theyareallthesame.Idaresaysheislookingforanotheronealready.”

           Maimiesaidaghast,“Ican’tbelieveit.Yousee,whenyouwentawayyourmotherhadnone,butmymotherhasTony,andsurelytheyaresatisfiedwhentheyhaveone.”

           Peterrepliedbitterly,“YoushouldseethelettersSolomongetsfromladieswhohavesix.”

           Justthentheyheardagratingcreak,followedbycreak,creak,allroundtheGardens.ItwastheOpeningoftheGates,andPeterjumpednervouslyintohisboat.HeknewMaimiewouldnotcomewithhimnow,andhewastryingbravelynottocry.ButMaimiewassobbingpainfully.

           “IfIshouldbetoolate,”shecalledinagony,“oh,Peter,ifshehasgotanotheronealready!”

           Againhesprangashoreasifshehadcalledhimback.

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