MR. TODD
I hate you! I hate you! Where is my nice man ?
[ropp whispers in his ear.
Oh, I see. It is when people get to be grown-ups that
they don’t like you any more. But I like you, Mr. Todd.
Carry me pick-a-back !
[ropp ¢akes CHARLIE on” his shoulder, and goes dancing
Svom the voom, the boy crowing with delight.
CURTAIN.
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