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Peter’s Goat

           “Ishallcomeandlookforyouto-night,”hesaid,squeezingclose,“butifyouhurryawayIthinkyouwillbeintime.”

           Thenhepressedalastthimbleonhersweetlittlemouth,andcoveredhisfacewithhishandssothathemightnotseehergo.

           “DearPeter!”shecried.

           “DearMaimie!”criedthetragicboy.

           Sheleaptintohisarms,sothatitwasasortoffairywedding,andthenshehurriedaway.Oh,howshehastenedtothegates!Peter,youmaybesure,wasbackintheGardensthatnightassoonasLock-outsounded,buthefoundnoMaimie,andsoheknewshehadbeenintime.Forlonghehopedthatsomenightshewouldcomebacktohim;oftenhethoughthesawherwaitingforhimbytheshoreoftheSerpentineashisbarkdrewtoland,butMaimieneverwentback.Shewantedto,butshewasafraidthatifshesawherdearBetwixt-and-Betweenagainshewouldlingerwithhimtoolong,andbesidestheayahnowkeptasharpeyeonher.ButsheoftentalkedlovinglyofPeterandsheknittedakettle-holderforhim,andonedaywhenshewaswonderingwhatEasterpresenthewouldlike,hermothermadeasuggestion.

           “Nothing,”shesaidthoughtfully,“wouldbesousefultohimasagoat.”

           “Hecouldrideonit,”criedMaimie,“andplayonhispipeatthesametime!”

           “Then,”hermotherasked,“won’tyougivehimyourgoat,theoneyoufrightenTonywithatnight?”

           “Butitisn’tarealgoat,”Maimiesaid.

           “ItseemsveryrealtoTony,”repliedhermother.

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