![]() ![]() “I know Curly Tail will like this,” said Flop Ear. It was a top all painted red and blue and yellow and green, and when you wound it up, and pressed a spring, it spun around and around as fast as anything, making soft and low music like the wind blowing through the trees on a summer night, and sending the mosquitoes all sailing away to the north pole. So he went down to the eleven-and-six-cent store to buy a spinning top for his brother. And I want it to make music and jump around on a plate and slide on a string and all things like that.” “I want a spinning top that I can make it go around when I lie down in bed. “Shall I get you a mouth organ, or a kite, so you can fly away up to the clouds?” “What would you like?” asked Flop of his brother. Come Floppy,” she called, “go and get something with which to amuse your brother,” for you see Flop hadn’t yet been vaccinated, and his arm was not sore. “Then I’ll send Flop Ear down to the store to get you a toy. “But I would like something to amuse me.” “Neither, mamma,” answered the piggie boy. “Would you like some nice yellow cornmeal ice cream, or some lollypops, flavored with sour milk?” “It is beginning to take the pain away? Because if it isn’t I wish it was. ![]() “What is beginning to ‘take’, mamma?” asked Curly. “It is beginning to ‘take’ now, and it pains him.” “It all seems swelled up, and it has a lump under it and I don’t feel a bit good. “Why, what is the matter?” asked his papa, as he looked in the back of the shiny dishpan to see if his collar was on straight. Twistytail, the pig gentleman, had started for work. “Oh dear!” cried Curly one morning, before his papa, Mr. You should visit Browse Happy and update your internet browser today! The embedded audio player requires a modern internet browser. ![]()
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