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104 MOONFOLK.
remember when he first saw his father and altogether
Bedreddin Hassan led a dog's life of it ;
and one day
he just put up a few things in a bundle, and ran away
from Cairo and back to Damascus, or rather to this place,
which is not far away from Damascus, and opened a
shop, where he makes cream-tarts as good as "
" Here's the knave with a basket full," exclaimed the
king, jumping down from the window-seat, and running to
the door to meet Mr. Homer, who beamed all over with
delight at seeing how well he had come out of his scrape.
" Polly, put the kettle on,"
said Mrs. Ilorner, setting one
of her own mince-pies, one
of Bedreddin Hassan's creamtarts,
and the dish of queen's
tarts upon the table, and moving
up the chairs.
" Sifc
down> good folks> sit
down," said the king, seizing
the first chair he came to, and
helping himself to half the cream-tart. Tommy Tomkins,
who sat next to Khoda, gave her one of the queen's
tarts, which seemed to her, after all, no better than Susy's;
Thanksgiving pies ;
and she was just finishing the last
mouthful of it when a horseman stopped before the
cottage and called out
" Any young women in there ? "
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Polly, you and Rhoda go out and see if he means