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‘
On
the
contrary
,
my
love
,
’
said
I
,
referring
to
my
watch
,
‘
it
’
s
a
few
minutes
too
slow
.
’
My
little
wife
came
and
sat
upon
my
knee
,
to
coax
me
to
be
quiet
,
and
drew
a
line
with
her
pencil
down
the
middle
of
my
nose
;
but
I
couldn
’
t
dine
off
that
,
though
it
was
very
agreeable
.
‘
Don
’
t
you
think
,
my
dear
,
’
said
I
,
‘
it
would
be
better
for
you
to
remonstrate
with
Mary
Anne
?
’
‘
Oh
no
,
please
!
I
couldn
’
t
,
Doady
!
’
said
Dora
.
‘
Why
not
,
my
love
?
’
I
gently
asked
.
‘
Oh
,
because
I
am
such
a
little
goose
,
’
said
Dora
,
‘
and
she
knows
I
am
!
’
I
thought
this
sentiment
so
incompatible
with
the
establishment
of
any
system
of
check
on
Mary
Anne
,
that
I
frowned
a
little
.
‘
Oh
,
what
ugly
wrinkles
in
my
bad
boy
’
s
forehead
!
’
said
Dora
,
and
still
being
on
my
knee
,
she
traced
them
with
her
pencil
;
putting
it
to
her
rosy
lips
to
make
it
mark
blacker
,
and
working
at
my
forehead
with
a
quaint
little
mockery
of
being
industrious
,
that
quite
delighted
me
in
spite
of
myself
.
‘
There
’
s
a
good
child
,
’
said
Dora
,
‘
it
makes
its
face
so
much
prettier
to
laugh
.
’
‘
But
,
my
love
,
’
said
I
.
‘
No
,
no
!
please
!
’
cried
Dora
,
with
a
kiss
,
‘
don
’
t
be
a
naughty
Blue
Beard
!
Don
’
t
be
serious
!
’
