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THE STORY OF MASTER BOGEY 57
and her sash was tied round her waist, and not
halfway down her skirt, which showed at once
she was out of the fashions in the doll world.
Her frock was plain and torn and she had lost
one shoe; all the same, she had a dear little
face. When she saw poor Master Bogey’s
downcast looks, she got off her chair and went
to him.
“ Don’t mind what they say,” she said.
“ They have just got new dresses and it makes
them proud. They mean no harm. Your hair
is very nice, and it is a great blessing to have
so much.”
You may fancy how grateful Master Bogey
was!
She held out her hand, and he took it.
“ Come,” she said, “ let us go and sit at the
other end of the room. You are a stranger,
and I have heard nurse say that one should
always be polite to strangers.”
So they went, and the ladies in blue and
pink cried out “ Pooh !” very loud and both at
the same time.
“ Take no notice,” whispered the doll.
It was not long before she persuaded Master
Bogey to confess his curiosity about the house
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