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." He interrupted himself, and looked again at his watch.
The child, who was running, struck his foot against the little girl's pail, and fell his full length on the gravel.

He remained a moment stretched out motionless, then raised himself up on the palms of his hands.

His forehead puckered, his mouth opened, and he burst into tears.
His mother ran up, but Caroline had lifted him from the ground and was wiping his eyes and mouth with her handkerchief.
The child kept on sobbing and Clair took him in his arms.
"Come, don't cry, my little man! I am going to tell you a story.
"A fisherman once threw his net into the sea and drew out a little, sealed, copper pot, which he opened with his knife.