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Talking like Mamma.

1 Jack !' screamed a bright-eyed, golden-haired, fair-faced little girl, of not more than six Summers, to her younger brother, who had dumped himself under the wall, where he was digging sand with a strip of shingle ; ' Jack, you good-for-nothing little scamp, you aie the torment of my life! Come right into the house this minute, or I'll take the very hide ofTn you ! Come in, I say !'

' Why, Totty,' exclaimed her father, who chanced to come up at that moment, ' what in the world are you saying? Is that the way you talk to your little brother ?'

' Uh, no, papa,' answered the child promptly, and with an innocent smile. 1 We was playing keep house, and 1 am Jack's mama, and I was talking to him just as mama talked to me this morning. I never really spank him, as mama does me sometimes.'

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Auckland Star, Volume VI, Issue 1752, 25 September 1875, Page 6 (Supplement)

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Talking like Mamma. Auckland Star, Volume VI, Issue 1752, 25 September 1875, Page 6 (Supplement)

Talking like Mamma. Auckland Star, Volume VI, Issue 1752, 25 September 1875, Page 6 (Supplement)