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|One day Grandfather Shriff lost his spectacles. "Where can they be?
Maybe they are on the mantel." So he hunted, but could not find them on
the mantel.
"Where can they be? Perhaps they are among the books." So he hunted and
hunted, but could not find them among the books.
"Perhaps they are in the other room." So he hunted and hunted and
hunted, but could not find them in the other room.
"Perhaps they are up-stairs." So he hunted and hunted and hunted and
hunted, but could not find them up-stairs. "Perhaps I dropped them
somewhere in the front yard." So he hunted and hunted and hunted and
hunted and hunted, but could not find them anywhere in the front yard.
"Perhaps they are out in the dining-room." So he hunted and hunted and
hunted and hunted and hunted and hunted, but could not find them in the
dining-room.
At last he asked old Aunt Harriet, the cook. "Why marster, there they
is, right square on the top of your head." And, sure enough, there they
were. Did n't we all laugh at grandfather!
--R. W. L.
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