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One day, [Grandma] sat down to knit on Jack's [stocking], and found one [needle] was gone. "Oh dear, that's too bad!" said she. "All the stitches dropped!" Pepper giggled, "Too bad, too bad!"
Grandma looked into her [basket], and under the [table] -- and when she got up [two needles] were gone. "Dear, dear!" said she. "Where do they go?" [Pepper] giggled louder, and called, "Dear, dear! Too bad!"