A SURE SIGN.
It was almost breakfast time, and the eggs were just being brought to table. "Mummie," ventured little .Marjorie, after cracking the shell of her choice, "I fink my egg's bad..". ' ' ' "Nonsense, darling!" replied her. mother, with thoughts very far away. "It was fresh yesterday. ' Eat it up and don't be stupid." , . ■•■.',.■■.'■ There was silence' for another quarter of an hour. Then the little girl spoke once again. ■ ..■'■'.. "Mummie,"" she said plaintively, "do you want me to eat the beak, too?"
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Evening Post, Volume CVII, Issue 10, 12 January 1929, Page 19
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83A SURE SIGN. Evening Post, Volume CVII, Issue 10, 12 January 1929, Page 19
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