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"
Where
do
you
get
the
butter
?
"
she
inquired
.
"
We
dig
it
out
of
the
ground
,
which
,
as
you
may
have
observed
,
is
all
flour
and
meal
,
"
replied
Mr
.
Bunn
.
"
There
is
a
butter
mine
just
at
the
opposite
side
of
the
village
.
The
trees
which
you
see
here
are
all
doughleanders
and
doughderas
,
and
in
the
season
we
get
quite
a
crop
of
dough
-
nuts
off
them
.
"
"
I
should
think
the
flour
would
blow
around
and
get
into
your
eyes
,
"
said
Dorothy
.
"
No
,
"
said
he
;
"
we
are
bothered
with
cracker
dust
sometimes
,
but
never
with
flour
.
"
Then
he
took
her
to
see
Johnny
Cake
,
a
cheerful
old
gentleman
who
lived
near
by
.
"
I
suppose
you
’
ve
heard
of
me
,
"
said
old
Johnny
,
with
an
air
of
pride
.
"
I
’
m
a
great
favorite
all
over
the
world
.
"
"
Aren
’
t
you
rather
yellow
?
"
asked
Dorothy
,
looking
at
him
critically
.
"
Maybe
,
child
.
But
don
’
t
think
I
’
m
bilious
,
for
I
was
never
in
better
health
in
my
life
,
"
replied
the
old
gentleman
.
"
If
anything
ailed
me
,
I
’
d
willingly
acknowledge
the
corn
.
"
"
Johnny
’
s
a
trifle
stale
,
"
said
Mr
.
Bunn
,
as
they
went
away
;
"
but
he
’
s
a
good
mixer
and
never
gets
cross
-
grained
.
I
will
now
take
you
to
call
upon
some
of
my
own
relatives
.
"
They
visited
the
Sugar
Bunns
,
the
Currant
Bunns
and
the
Spanish
Bunns
,
the
latter
having
a
decidedly
foreign
appearance
.
Then
they
saw
the
French
Rolls
,
who
were
very
polite
to
them
,
and
made
a
brief
call
upon
the
Parker
H
.
Rolls
,
who
seemed
a
bit
proud
and
overbearing
.
"
But
they
’
re
not
as
stuck
up
as
the
Frosted
Jumbles
,
"
declared
Mr
.
Bunn
,
"
who
are
people
I
really
can
’
t
abide
.
I
don
’
t
like
to
be
suspicious
or
talk
scandal
,
but
sometimes
I
think
the
Jumbles
have
too
much
baking
powder
in
them
.
