By now mummy was leaving us to
play amongst ourselves. Sometimes we would miss her, and start to cry.
Here she is on the wrong side of the baby-gate, which mistress put up to
stop us escaping down to the river.
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By now mummy was leaving us to
play amongst ourselves. Sometimes we would miss her, and start to cry.
Here she is on the wrong side of the baby-gate, which mistress put up to
stop us escaping down to the river. |