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By and by it grew late. The sun sank down into the sea; while the moon,
broad and full, rose from behind the hill; and I said, "Come, Neddy, we
must run home to tea."
But Tommy Abbott, who had built a most wonderful Chicago, begged for a
match to burn his city with. So the children gathered a heap of sticks
and dry leaves; and Tommy set fire to the pile, and up and away flamed
the beautiful city. Then we all went up to the hotel together, and very
soon tea was ready; and it was a wonderful thing to see how the children
disposed of bread and milk, baked sweet apples, and gingerbread.
After we went up to our room, I wrote this story, and read it to Neddy.
How his eyes sparkled with delight! "It's just as true as I live, every
word of it," he said as I finished.
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"But, mamma, you forgot little Rose Ellsworth's town. She made a real
hill, and covered it with grass, and dotted it all over with violets;
and Daisy lent her a cow from her 'Noah's Ark;' and we made it stand up
under a tree, and, if it had only whisked its tail, it would have looked
almost alive.
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