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close to a fence. Then I climbed the fence and so got on to his back again.

The other day we went to a farmhouse up the road and bought two Belgian hares, and we carried them home in a bag. When we got back and took them out of the bag, one jumped from my lap and ran away. We chased it all over the place and everybody helped, but we could not catch it. The next morning we carried our one poor little hare back to its old home. We thought it would be lonely without any other bunnies.

Your loving daughter,

PEGGY.

Fold your letter carefully, place it in an envelope, and address it to your friend as this is addressed.

Mrs. George B. Hill
908 W. 113 St.
New York City
N.Y.

street and number, city, and model given.

Address envelopes to six of your friends. Arrange the name, state as they are arranged in the

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KING CANUTE was weary-hearted: he had reigned for years a score,

Battling, struggling, pushing, fighting, killing much and robbing more;

And he thought upon his actions, walking by the wild seashore.

On that day a something vexed him; that was clear to old and young;

Thrice his Grace had yawned at table when his favorite gleemen sung;

Once the Queen would have consoled him, but he bade her hold her tongue.

"Something ails my gracious master," cried the Keeper of the Seal.

"Sure, my lord, it is the lampreys served at dinner, or the veal?"

"Keeper, 'tis

"Pshaw!" exclaimed the angry monarch.

not that I feel.

""Tis the heart and not the dinner, fool, that doth my rest impair:

5 Can a king be great as I am, prithee, and yet know no care ?

Oh, I'm sick, and tired, and weary." Some one cried, "The King's armchair!"

Then towards the lackeys turning, quick my Lord the Keeper nodded:

Straight the King's great chair was brought him, by two footmen able-bodied;

Languidly he sank into it: it was comfortably wadded.

10" Ah! I feel," said old King Canute, "that my end is drawing near."

"Don't say so," exclaimed the courtiers (striving each to squeeze a tear):

"Sure your Grace is strong and lusty, and may live this fifty year."

"Live these fifty year!" the Bishop roared, with actions

made to suit

"Are you mad, my good Lord Keeper, thus to speak of King Canute?

Men have lived a thousand years, and sure his Majesty will do't.

"With his wondrous skill in healing ne'er a doctor can compete

Loathsome lepers, if he touch them, start up clean upon 5 their feet:

Surely he could raise the dead up, did his Highness think it meet.

"Did not once the Jewish captain stay the sun upon the hill,

And, the while he slew the foemen, bid the silver moon stand still?

So, no doubt, could gracious Canute, if it were his sacred will."

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Might I stay the sun above us, good Sir Bishop?" 10 Canute cried;

"Could I did the silver moon to pause upon her heavenly ride?

If the moon obeys my orders, sure I can command the

"Will the advancing waves obey me, Bishop, if I make the sign?"

Said the Bishop, bowing lowly, "Land and sea, my lord, are thine."

"Back!" he said,

Canute turned towards the ocean. "thou foaming brine!

"From the sacred shore I stand on, I command thee to

retreat;

5 Venture not, thou stormy rebel, to approach thy master's

seat:

Ocean, be thou still! I bid thee come not nearer to my feet!"

But the sullen ocean answered, with a louder, deeper

roar;

And the rapid waves drew nearer, falling sounding on the shore:

Back the Keeper and the Bishop, back the King and courtiers bore.

10 And he sternly bade them nevermore to bow to human clay,

But alone to praise and worship That which earth and seas obey;

And his golden crown of empire never wore he from that

day.

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