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THE POST OFFICE
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and crunching them. Can't I run up there?

Madhav

No, my darling, no.

Amal

Wish I were a squirrel! it would be lovely. Uncle, why won't you let me go about?

Madhav

Doctor says it's bad for you to be out.

Amal

How can the doctor know?

Madhav

What a thing to say! The doctor can't know and he reads such huge books!