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Show A Clue. Thornton had been taught never to tell tales, and he intended to live up to his teaching, but sometimes it was hard work. "Thornton," said his mother one evening, eve-ning, "I left a dish of chocolate peppermints pep-permints on my table this afternoon and there isn't one there now. Have you and Gerald eaten them?" "I haven't eaten one,' replied the boy stoutly, "but" then he remembered remem-bered he must not be a talebearer. "Well, mother," he continued, "perhaps, "per-haps, if you'd better just smell Gerald, Ger-ald, and I guess then you'll know all about it!" Illustrated Sunday Magazine. |