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Show OBJECT OF ENVY. A deep sigh of sorrow broke from the lips of little Freddie. "I wish," he said, plaintively, "I wish I wuz Billy Smith." His mother was astonished shocked. "Why, Freddie?" she asked. "Billy Smith has none of the nice things you have. He doesn't get any pocket money, and he Isn't as big as you, and he's not nearly so strong. His father never buys him presents or " "Yes: I know all about that," said Freddie. "But-" "And then look what a nice home you have, and nice books, and you never have to go out when It's cold and wet to carry papers, and " "Yes. I know that," said Freddie, irritably, ir-ritably, annoyed at his mother's strange lack of sympathy and understanding under-standing "But Billy kin wiggle his ears, and I can't." Answers. |