Wee Willie Winkie

Ditto for Wee Willie Winkie, which I assume will turn up sooner or later on the Shirley Temple releases that Fox puts out.

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"She belonged to you, Coppy," said Wee Willie Winkie, indicating Miss

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"You said you was going acwoss ve wiver," panted Wee Willie Winkie, throwing himself off his pony.

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"I want my hair like Sergeant Tummil's," said Wee Willie Winkie, and, his father abetting, the sacrifice was accomplished.

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"Ah!" said Wee Willie Winkie, now fully enlightened.

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"I'm under awwest," said Wee Willie Winkie, mournfully, "and I didn't ought to speak to you."

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Miss Allardyce was far ahead, had passed through the crops, beyond the Police-post, when all the guards were asleep, and her mount was scattering the pebbles of the river bed as Wee Willie Winkie left the cantonment and British India behind him.

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The drowsy groom handed him his mount, and, since the one great sin made all others insignificant, Wee Willie Winkie said that he was going to ride over to Coppy Sahib, and went out at a foot-pace, stepping on the soft mould of the flower-borders.

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Coppy had let him wear for five rapturous minutes his own big sword -- just as tall as Wee Willie Winkie.

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Children resent familiarity from strangers, and Wee Willie Winkie was a very particular child.

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