"Okie-dokie, if that's what you-a want, but I think it might not-a help to sell the house if Little Red Riding-a-Hood, she get kicked out by-a her own Grandmama."
"Don't forget, I am dying!" said Grandma, quickly reclining and straining her voice.
"It's fairly clear where the sympathies will go," said Little Head. "Until you do this we cannot pay you."
"Then I go," said Pinocchio," now wishing he had never become involved with these two.
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