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I dare say it was silly of Mary to be so frightened; but then, you know, she was only a very little girl, and she was not used to rude or rough ways.
"Mamma, mamma! " she cried as she ran along. And she did not even think or know which way she was going. But the town was not a big one, not like London, where her papa had been left alone in the toy-shop -- and the street was quiet. Several people noticed the prettily-dressed little girl running so fast, the tears rolling down her face.