THE KING IS AGAIN DISOWNED
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"Don't you ever feed him things?" she inquired softly.
Lonely glared at his questioner, fiercely statuesque. Plato changed legs, and rested on another three.
ARE N'T YOU THE NEW BAKER'S LITTLE BOY?
"Oh, and you 've got a baby!" cried the little girl.
"She ain't mine!" explained Lonely, hastily.
"But is n't she a darling?" The little girl in red had been sizing up the bake-shop window.
