I will tell you a true story about my sister and me. I am five years old, and Fanny (papa calls her Blossom) is three.
We are in Germany now, but our home is in America; and, when I go out to play with the boys here, they call me "America." We came over the ocean in a big ship. Papa and mamma were seasick, but Fanny and I were not, and we liked to live on the water.
When mamma packed our trunks, I wanted her to put in my little pails and wheelbarrow; and she said there wasn't room, but that we could bring as many numbers of "The Nursery" as we pleased. So we brought all we had.
We have used them so much, that papa says they are not fit to be bound; but I don't want to put them away on a shelf to be kept nice. I like to have them every day; and so does Fanny.
When we were coming on the steamer, Fanny used to sit in the captain's lap and tell him the stories.

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