. Little folks in Busy-land . his bristles; the sheep gave enough softwool for a little dress; the duckling brought downfor a pillow; the hen brought fresh-laid eggs for herlunch; and the roosters and turkeys pulled out theirprettiest feathers to trim her winter hats. When the man came to take Claras eight trunksto the train, the sheep baaed, the cow mooed, thepig grunted, the turkeys gobbled, the hen clucked, 26 the chicks peeped, the rooster crowed, and Pollyand Peter wept, although tears are not good for paperchildren. Uncle Paper took his little niece to the train andfound her a good seat
. Little folks in Busy-land . his bristles; the sheep gave enough softwool for a little dress; the duckling brought downfor a pillow; the hen brought fresh-laid eggs for herlunch; and the roosters and turkeys pulled out theirprettiest feathers to trim her winter hats. When the man came to take Claras eight trunksto the train, the sheep baaed, the cow mooed, thepig grunted, the turkeys gobbled, the hen clucked, 26 the chicks peeped, the rooster crowed, and Pollyand Peter wept, although tears are not good for paperchildren. Uncle Paper took his little niece to the train andfound her a good seat near a window. Toot, toot,toot, toot! Ding, dong, ding, dong! The cars wereoff. Next stop is Box Town, shouted the conductor; change at Box Town for Shadow-Land. Box Town, thought Clara, that sounds like anice place. I am glad we are going to change carsthere so I can see what kind of town it is. Box Town, Box Town! Change for Shadow-Land, called the conductor. How long do we wait here? Clara asked. About an hour, he 27 Clara thought that Box Town station looked verymuch like a large shoe-box, and the big hotel nextto it reminded her of a big hat-box. The neat littlewhite cottages on each side of the street made herthink of candy-boxes, and she was quite sure thatthe school, the church, the pretty theatre, and thetown hall had once contained breakfast foods. The circus paraded past the station on its wayto a train, and Clara saw again her friends, the biglion in his red box cage and the jolly clown in hisbox cart. All the people who lived in Box Town lookedlike the druggist of Paper-Land. They, too, hadround pill-box bodies and smaller pill-boxes for toothpick legs were very straight and so weretheir little arms. Toot, toot! A train puffed up to Box Town station. This train for Shadow-Land, called the trainman,and Clara hurried out with the other passengers.
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