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Show -48- dress is torn." Sandy looked at the girl's dress. "But it isn't torn at all! It's beautiful!" "It will be, don't you worry, and then my Mom will spank me! Oh, boo-hoo!" The girl broke into great gulping sobs. "How do you know it will be torn, Bluebell?" Sandy asked the shaking child. "Oh, it will be all right. I'll trip and fall, or a mean old cat will jump on me, or maybe I'll get caught in some bushes. I hate to wear new clothes! Boo-hoo! I'll be spanked for sure!" "Why don't you go home and change into something old?" Sandy suggested. "Then it won't matter if it's torn." "Oh no, I couldn't!" quavered Bluebell. "If I do, my dress will get torn on the way home!" "Y/here do you live?" asked Sandy. "Just around the corner, - see - the fence is by the road." "Why, that's not a bit far. I'll walk with you to make sure you get home safely." Sandy took Bluebell's hand and they started toward the fence. Suddenly they heard a fearsome noise, and a cat, which was being chased by a howling dog, ran down the road toward them and jumped on the child, knocking her into a prickly bush. Sandy quickly pulled the girl out of the bush and dusted her off. She was not hurt, but her dress was torn in several places, and was quite dirty. "See! I told you so!" Bluebell yowled, and ran, crying, |