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Roy, Lillian Elizabeth, 1868-1932

"Polly of Pebbly Pit"


"I have to eat it to keep from starving, still I can't enjoy it as you
seem to, Nolla. I declare, you seem to be getting awfully common in
your tastes."
"Huh! Show me a selection of food for breakfast!" laughed Eleanor,
smacking her lips over the last spoonful of oats.
"What shall we do about feeding the animals?" asked Eleanor, as they
got up from the ground to pack up the pans and other stuff waiting to
be taken back home.
"We'll stop at the first good Park and let them graze for an hour or
two. Then a good drink from a stream will fix them all right!" said
Polly, glancing at Noddy, who had come from her stall and stood looking
sleepily at the girls.
"Doesn't Noddy look for all the world like a sleepy child who has to
get up for school, but who hates to be disturbed!" laughed Anne, as
Noddy's tousled head bobbed up and down while she sniffed the air
redolent with oatmeal.
Satisfied that something was cooking for her breakfast, Noddy ran over
and nozzled at the girls, who laughed and tried to push her cold nose
away.
The other burros and horses came out then, and Polly said, "It makes me
feel selfish to eat their oats but then they can eat grass in the park
and we can't!"
"Girls! Aren't you going to have another look at the gold-mine before
you leave here?" asked Barbara.
"What for? It won't do us any good and only waste time," replied Polly.
"Maybe you can find some more nuggets to carry back!" ventured Barbara.


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