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window; and then I am sorry, because I

know that the poor blossom is dead. Now,
then, you kind, pretty Picoteej are you

ready to be picked and to go on your

journey ? ’
4 No,’ said the Picotee firmly ; ‘ because

I have thought of another and a wiser
plan. I think, after all, that I am rather

too old to undertake the day’s work. You
mustn’t for one moment imagine that I

have any misgivings with regard to the
office table or the railway-carriage window

—indeed, I may tell you in confidence that
I don’t know what fear is—but I can't help

fancying that, as T have been up all night,
m the course of the day I might be tempted

to drop off to sleep, and so miss things that
would be useful to you.1

* Then, is this scheme to fall through ? 1

asked Fairbrass anxiously.
* Certainly not, ’ said the Picotee ; £ and

now I come to another point. Much as I
should like lo g o to town myself, I always

like to be unselfish, and to give young folk