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W. A. G.'s Tale by Margaret Turnbull
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Last I took a turning that led me farther and farther down a road I
never remember seeing before and there were no cross-road places; no
farmhouses, and no man came along on a wagon. I just had to keep on,
feeling sicker and sicker, till, just as I made a short turn, I came out
on a road that led to Crosscup's farm and Rabbit Run Bridge!

My, wasn't I glad. But I wasn't going to Crosscup's house, not much! I
knew what I'd do now. I'd get Mr. Taylor, and tell him, just as fast
as I could.

That wasn't very fast, because my feet had needles in them, and
dragged, but by and by I got there, and knocked at the door. Mr. Taylor
opened it, with all the cats around him. I just began to speak, and say,
"Good-morning, Mr. Taylor," when everything got kind of black and hazy,
and I didn't remember any more.




CHAPTER IX


THE WHITE TENT

[Illustration: I woke up and found myself lying on the porch]

I didn't remember anything, until I woke up and found myself lying on
the porch, and Mr. Taylor bending over me with a glass of water in his
hand, all the Teddy-cats purring at me, and my head on somebody's lap.
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