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It was two or three days after Fuzzy's running away with the perambulator that nurse, who was now quite well again, came in to breakfast in the nursery with a grave face, and without, as usual, Baby Dolly in her arms.
"Where's baby? " said Leigh; and Mary, who was deeply engaged with her bowl of bread-and-milk, looked up.