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black, wild, and staring was it; but Polly liked it, and whenever she felt a little pensive at parting with her friends, she took a peanut, or a peep at Toms funny picture, which made her merry again. So the short journey came blithely to an end, and in the twilight she saw a group of loving faces at the door of a modest little house, which was more beautiful than any palace in her eyes, for it was home. |
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