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"
Couldn
’
t
I
eat
just
one
house
,
or
a
side
-
walk
or
something
?
I
wouldn
’
t
mind
much
what
it
was
,
you
know
.
"
"
This
is
not
a
public
bakery
,
child
,
"
replied
the
man
,
sternly
.
"
It
’
s
private
property
.
"
"
I
know
Mr
.
-
-
Mr
.
-
-
"
"
My
name
is
C
.
Bunn
,
Esquire
,
"
said
the
man
.
"
’
C
’
stands
for
Cinnamon
,
and
this
place
is
called
after
my
family
,
which
is
the
most
aristocratic
in
the
town
.
"
"
Oh
,
I
don
’
t
know
about
that
,
"
objected
another
of
the
queer
people
.
"
The
Grahams
and
the
Browns
and
Whites
are
all
excellent
families
,
and
there
is
none
better
of
their
kind
.
I
’
m
a
Boston
Brown
,
myself
.
"
"
I
admit
you
are
all
desirable
citizens
,
"
said
Mr
.
Bunn
rather
stiffly
;
"
but
the
fact
remains
that
our
town
is
called
Bunbury
.
"
"
’
Scuse
me
,
"
interrupted
Dorothy
;
"
but
I
’
m
getting
hungrier
every
minute
.
Now
,
if
you
’
re
polite
and
kind
,
as
I
’
m
sure
you
ought
to
be
,
you
’
ll
let
me
eat
SOMETHING
.
There
’
s
so
much
to
eat
here
that
you
will
never
miss
it
.
"
Then
a
big
,
puffed
-
up
man
,
of
a
delicate
brown
color
,
stepped
forward
and
said
:
"
I
think
it
would
be
a
shame
to
send
this
child
away
hungry
,
especially
as
she
agrees
to
eat
whatever
we
can
spare
and
not
touch
our
people
.
"
"
So
do
I
,
Pop
,
"
replied
a
Roll
who
stood
near
.
