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S were so nice and cuddly--I think you and Alice are a lot alike, Mr.
Harding." "I'm flattered--in what way?" "'Cause you--she--why I guess
'cause you and she both know how little girls feel inside--and you're so
comforting." "Much obliged, little sister, I know Miss Alice deserves
that nice compliment and I hope I do. Are you lonesome without her?"
"Yes, only when I'm with you it always seems as if she were close by,
too." "Happy thought! Perhaps, it's because I'm partial to being in her
neighborhood myself. There goes the bell--I'll be here at 4:30 sharp."
Chicken Little was not the only unfortunate that afternoon. Two small
boys were late at noon and Miss Brown set them all to writing long lists
from their spellers as soon as the other children filed out. Chicken
Little watched the clock anxiously, starting up at every distant tinkle
of sleigh bells. It was a glorious clear crisp afternoon and the jingle
of bells sounded at frequent intervals. Her excitement rose as half-past
four approached. Finally, just as the clock chimed the half hour, an
answering chime tinkled in the distance and two or three minutes later,
ceased suddenly in front of the school building. Chicken Little ran
quickly down the walk and there they all were. Dick Harding had a lovely
double-seated cutter with white horses and two gay strings of sleigh
bells on each horse. Packed snugly in under the bright colored robes
were Katy and Gertie and Grace and sister Marian--and the entire family
of dolls. Dick Harding had insisted on the dolls. He said he never
approved of parents leaving their offspring at home to cry their eyes
out, while they went skylarking. Katy had secured the place next to
their host and Chicken Little looked enviously as she started to climb
in. But Dick Harding made room for her beside him, saying finally: "I
believe I am to have the honor of having Miss Morto