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KATE was ver-y un-hap-py. She had left her best doll in the path in
front of the house the night be-fore; and some one had stepped on it in
the dark, and it was crushed in-to bits. So Kate was cry-ing; for poor
Ar-a-min-ta Jane was her pride and joy. Just then her broth-er Rob came
in. "Why, you poor lit-tle girl!" he said. "I am so sor-ry! If you will
come out with me, I will show you how to play crick-et; and you shall
use my new bat." Kate cheered up ver-y much at this, and ran to put on
her hat. Rob was so kind to her that she had a ver-y good time, and
for-got all a-bout Ar-a-min-ta Jane in the fun of the game.
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