How Bulka Got His Letters
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Ida was the only one who felt sorry for the Money-Pig. Not that she liked him—no one had done that—but she had a naturally soft heart, even for disagreeable people. So she set about sweeping him up, as well as she could, and put all the best pieces in the doll’s trunk to wait till there was time for a funeral.
She had just brushed up the last chip when Gladys, who had wandered off and climbed up to the front window to look out, returned in great excitement.
“Anna—Ida!” Gladys exclaimed. “What do you think? I just looked out of the window, and there are two enormous grey rats sitting behind the flower-pot on the front porch!”
