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"Oh, my! It's raining harder than ever! " cried Mary Trippertrot, as she and her brothers and the old fisherman ran along. "Can't you please hold that umbrella over me better than that, Johnny? I'm getting all wet."
"Never mind," spoke the kind old fisherman, and he held the chair upside down over his head, so his whiskers wouldn't get full of water. "Never mind. We'll soon be in the false-face man's house, and we can get good and dry."