But just as she thought her last hour was come, she heard, the word
"Halt," and then the sound of Dolly Dimple saying, "No, don't kill
her. She is very good to me most of the time."
The rest of the dolls had begun to dance once more, but Dolly Dimple
came up to the little girl and took hold of her arm.
"I am queen here in the night," she said. "I will not hurt you, as you
have been good to me, and I know you love me. If you like, I will come
and stay with you till you go to sleep. Pick me up."
So Babs picked up the doll, and took it back to bed with her, and
hugged it in her arms.
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THE TALE OF PETER RABBIT
BY BEATRIX POTTER
Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names
were--Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-Tail, and Peter. They lived with their
Mother in a sandbank, underneath the root of a very big fir-tree.
"Now, my dears," said old Mrs. Rabbit, one morning, "you may go into
the fields or down the lane, but don't go into Mr. McGregor's garden:
your Father had an accident there; he was put in a pie by Mrs.
McGregor."
"Now run along, and don't get into mischief. I am going out."
Then old Mrs.
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