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*Nothing! It's an apple! I can see it. Now listen, Tom.
Those apples are not for
you,
and I-
Tom came out of F
Oh, Aunt Polly! Quick - look behind you!?
So Aunt Polly looked, and Tom was out of the house
in a second. She laughed quietly. 'I never learn. I love
of white paint in his
three metres high anc
in the paint and pa
that Tom, my dead sister's child, but he isn't an easy bow
for an old lady. Well, it's Saturday tomorrow and there's
no school, but it isn't going to be a holiday for Tom. Oh
again. Then he stopF
his brush and sat d
front of him and he
After ten minutes
no! He's going to work tomorrow!'
boloo! bre 1o0ob
He took up the
TnoT
Saturday was a beautiful day. It was summer and the sun
was hot and there were flowers in all the gardens. It was
again and began
He saw his frien.
Harper in the stree
a day for everybody to be happy.
o d
he didn't look at
Joe had an apple
hand. He came
Tom and looked
fence.
Tam sorry,
Tor
Tom said
n
The paint brush
up
and down.
*Working for y
the river. I'm sor
Tom put
down
Painting a fer-
*Perhaps it is
Tom was the unhappiest boy in the village.
