The two steeds attached to the car of the Goddess of Liberty, also deserted their task, and marked their path with bright bits of paper and bunting.,
“And I’m always going to be your little girl, too,” the child pleaded; “so Billy must be my papa’s little boy.”,
“Easy, mates. Kids, belay there, till we launch her!” This to the gaping youngsters always in the way..
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