[Xpp-general] , over the top of a little half-blind in the windo

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Ad of being a wash-list, she found it contained these verses: Have
Angleworms attractive homes? Do Bumblebees have brains? Do Caterpillars
carry combs? Do Dodos dote on drains? Can Eels elude elastic earls? Do
Flatfish fish for flats? Are Grigs agreeable to girls? Do Hares have
hunting-hats? Do Ices make an Ibex ill? Do Jackdaws jug their jam? Do
Kites kiss all the kids they kill? Do Llamas live on lamb? Will Moles
molest a mounted mink? Do Newts deny the news? Are Oysters boisterous
when they drink? Do Parrots prowl in pews? Do Quakers get their quills
from Quails? Do Rabbits rob on roads? Are Snakes supposed to sneer at
snails? Do Tortoises tease toads? Can Unicorns perform on horns? Do
Vipers value veal? Do Weasels weep when fast asleep? Can Xylophagans
squeal? Do Yaks in packs invite attacks? Are Zebras full of zeal? P. S.
Shake well and recite every morning in a shady place. "I don't believe a
single one of them, and I never read such stuff!" exclaimed Dorothy,
indignantly; and she was just about to throw down the paper when Bob
Scarlet suddenly appeared, hurrying along the path, and gazing anxiously
from side to side as if he had lost something. As he came upon Dorothy,
he started violently, and said "Shoo!" with great vehemence, and then,
after staring at her a moment, added, "Oh, I beg your pardon--I thought
you were a cat. Have you seen anything of my exercise?" "Is this it?"
said Dorothy, holding up the paper. "That's it," said the Robin, in a
tone of great satisfaction. "Shake it hard, please." Dorothy gave the
paper a good shake, after which Bob Scarlet took it and stuffed it into
his waistcoat-pocket, remarking, "It has to be well shaken before I take
it, you know." "Is that the prescription?" said Dorothy, beginning to
laugh. "No, it's the postscription," replied the Robin, very seriously;
"but, somehow, I never remember it till I come to it. I suppose it's put
at the end so that I won't forget it the next time. You see, it's about
the only exercise I have." "I should think it was very good exercise,"
said Dorothy, trying to look serious again. "Oh, it's _good_ enough,
what there is of it," said the Robin, in an offhand way. "But I'm sure
there's _enough_ of it," said Dorothy. "T