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Pictures and stories for baby land
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BY UNCLE JOHN.






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DOLLIES' SCHOOL.

Little Edith said she would
teach school. She got her three
dolls, and a little book; and took
Papa's cane. She put a little stool
up on the floor. Now, Miss
Blanche," said she, you sit there;
hold up your head and be a good
girl." Little Betty and Susy, she
put on each side. Then she took
the book. Now, Blanche, say
A B C." Blanche did not say a
word. She did not want to learn
A B C, and Susy did not want
to say it. Little Betty tumbled
down and broke her arm. Edith
said they were very bad girls, and
she would not try to teach them.








KEEPING GUARD.

Tom and Susan lived by the
sea shore. Their father was a fish-
erman. When his boat was pulled
up on the beach, the children
loved to get in it, and play they
were going fishing. Carlo was a
big Newfoundland dog, and he
always went with Tom and Susan.
He was so wise, he knew they
might fall into the water, and get
drowned if he was not with them
to pull them out. I suppose he
thought there was danger, if they
were in the boat, so he always lay
down on the beach, quite close
to the boat, and kept watch over
them. Good, faithful Carlo!







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"THE STOLEN NEST.

Little George has been very
naughty. He knows he has been
doing wrong. Look at him. His
hand is up to his eyes. He looks
down upon the ground, afraid to
meet his mother's sorrowful face.
What is that upon his mother's lap?
A bird's nest, with eggs in it.
George is seven years old.
Charlie is much older. The boys
have a large garden to play in.
Among the evergreens and bushes
there, and even in the apple trees,
the birds build their nests secure
from harm. Two robins came this
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often watched the birds carrying
little twigs and pieces of hay and
moss, day by day, up into the tree.
Mamma told George he must
never touch the nest.
But one day, George got tired
of playing with his toys. He
looked at the pear tree and the
nest in it. Then he climbed up
and looked. There were the five-
little blue eggs with their brown
spots. George thought they were
very pretty. He did not think of
what his mother had said, Then
he pulled the nest down, and sat
on the grass under the tree, look-
ing at the eggs.
Mamma and Charlie came in
from their walk, and saw him.






THE STOLEN NEST.

Mamma took the nest, and sat
down and told him how cruel it
was to do what he had done. How
the poor mother bird would cry
when she came home and found it
was gone. She asked him how he
would like some one to come and
take him away from his home and
from Papa and Mamma. How
sad they would be, to find he had
gone, they knew not where! The
old birds loved their little nest
home just as he loved his home.
George feels very sorry and be-
gins to cry, and promises never-to
do so again. Then he asked Mam-
ma if Charlie could put the nest
back, so the birds would not know
he had taken it away.








THE NEST PUT BACK.

Charlie said he was sure George
was sorry, and begged his mother
to forgive him. He would take
and put the nest back, and perhaps
the mother bird would not know
it, nor see him. He took the little
nest, and taking George's hand,
they went to the pear tree. There
was the old bird flying about, cry-
ing so sadly! When she saw the
boys coming with the nest, she
flew down on Charlie's shoulder;
and when it was put up all safe, she
popped down on the eggs, singing,
" chirp, chirp, chirp," which was her
way of saying, "Thank you, little
boys; how happy I am again!"













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CHARLIE AND His PONY.

"Mother, don't you want some-
thing from the village to-day?"
said Charlie; "I want to ride Hec-
tor." Hector was a fine black
pony which Uncle William had
given him. "Well, Charlie," said
his mother, I will find an errand
for you to do." So she made out
a list of things she needed, and
gave it to Charlie. She loved to
make him happy; and when he
came to the door with his pony,
she stroked and patted Hector's
glossy side, and gave him a lump
of sugar, of which he was very fond.
Now Charlie and Hector are
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PussY's KIND FRIENDS.

Pussy was playing in the field,
and she hurt her foot. She cried
sadly. Mew, mew," she cried, and
old Jack the donkey and Bounce
the dog came to see what it was
about. Pussy, Jack and Bounce
were great friends, and often went
off into the field together. They
were sorry for Puss, and thought
what could they do to help her.
At last Bounce ran off, for he saw
his master coming across the field.
"Bow, wow," he said, and he pulled
his master's coat.
"Go down, Bounce, stop that,"
but Bounce would not. He barked
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"Well, then, go; I'll come and
see what you want," said his mas-
ter. So Bounce took him to poor
Pussy. His master took up the
cat gently, and saw there was a
thorn in Pussy's foot. He pulled it
out, and then Puss was well, and
she said, "purr, purr," which meant
" thank you."
Animals are very grateful when
you do them a kindness. Though
they cannot say words as you can,
they talk in their own way. The
dog will bark, Pussy will mew and
purr, -and in many ways dumb
creatures will show their thanks.
So, little children, always be kind
to them. They are God's creatures,
and he will not love cruel people.








THE FIELD MOUSE.

Harry and Paul went to the
woods one day, to pick berries and
wild flowers. In the oat field they
saw a field mouse run. Harry
caught it in his hand. It squeaked
and tried to bite him, but he held it
gently by the neck, and called to
Paul to come and see it. The boys
took it home and kept it in a little
cage. Mamma said the little fel-
low would be a great deal happier
in the fields, though the boys fed
him well. So the next day they
took the cage and set Mousie free
near the place where they caught
him. He ran off gayly to his old
home.








CAUGHT.

Yow! yow! yow! and Flora
ran to see what was the matter
with Dash.
Poor Dash had been at mischief,
meddling with what he should not.
In the cellar was a basket all cov-
ered over. Mister Dash was al-
ways poking his nose into every-
thing, to see what it was, how it
looked, and how it tasted, and
many a time he got into trouble.
But, oh dear! this was the worst
of all! Flora's Papa had brought
home last night a basket of lob-
sters. He thought they would be
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he did; he spied the basket, opened
the lid, and down fell the basket.
The lobsters tumbled out, and one
of them caught poor Dash's paw!
Oh, how he howled and cried!
Flora called the cook to help her
get Dash free. It was hard work,
and poor Dash was lame for many
days. I know a great many little
boys and girls who meddle with
what don't belong to them, who
do not mind what is said to them,
and are always doing things and
going where they are forbidden.
Do you know any of these girls
and boys? If you do, just tell
them that they must look out, or
something bad may happen to
them.








THE OLD CLOCK.

"Tic, tac, tic, tac," said the old
clock. It's time for Ben to come
home from school. It's time Mary
was putting dinner on the table.
When Ben comes he'll want his
dinner. I'm the clock that stands
in the dining room. I can see and
hear all that goes on. Yesterday
Ben told his mother that he missed
a word in the spelling class, and
that Harry got above him. His
mother said it was because he
wouldn't study. Ben learned his
lesson last night, and said he would
try to get up again to-day. Here
he comes! I know he's all right,
for he looks so happy."









IN DANGER.

"Chip, chip, chip !" "See what
is down there looking so nice; I'm
going to see." "Chip, chip, chip,
so will I;" and chip, chip, chip,"
came from a lot of little throats, as
the birds flew down on a table,
where some cakes were left to cool.
Down they came, one by one,
and began pecking away at a fine
rate. One little fellow said, "This
is so nice a place, I shall sit down
and rest." So there he is in the
corner.
Oh, dear! what do I see?
Pussy, you think you will have a
good time too, don't you? Little
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LITTLE GRANDMA.

What a funny little old lady!
Who can she be ? Why, it is our
little Fanny.
She has got Grandma's cap, and
has put on her long red mittens.
How very wise she looks in the
big spectacles! But oh! what will
Grandma say, when she sees the
needle pulled out of her stocking?
Well, Fanny you make a pretty
little Grandma. Perhaps the real
Grandma may not scold much, for
you are a pet of hers. It will be a
great many years before your eyes
will want spectacles When they
do, I hope you will be really like
Grandma-she is so good!













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SQUIRRELS.

Two little squirrels lived in a tree.
Happy and merry as they could be;
Their nest was made in a nut tree
fine,
While off the nuts they could al-
ways dine.

A nice little storehouse they had
in a hole;
No fear of the mice, the cat, or
the mole ;
When winter came, with its cold
and storm,
These two little squirrels lived cozy
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SQUIRRELS.

They rolled themselves up in a
furry ball,
With their nose in their bushy tail
tight as a wall
In their pretty gray coat so nice
and sleek,
Our two little squirrels took a long
sleep.

But when spring time came, then
out from their home
Our little gray squirrels would love
to roam;
Over the fences they frisked so
gay,
And frolicked in joy the livelong
day.








MOUSIE.

Tell me a story, Mamma, about
a little mouse ?
Once there was a little gray
mouse who lived in one corner of
the kitchen closet. All day he
hid away, but when it grew dark
he crept out to nibble the bread,
if the cover were left off the bread
box, and he ate whatever he could
find that was good. Cook did not
like this; so one day she said she
was going to ask a neighbor who
had two cats, to give her one to
keep in the kitchen.
Mousie had sharp ears, and
heard it all. He ran off and found
a home where there was no cat.









PUZZLED NELLIE.

"Dear me, how does Mamma
sew?" said Nellie. Now I've got
her work, I don't know where to
put the needle. I want to get
these holes sewed up before Mam-
ma comes back. I think it is very
hard to sew. I wonder why
people have holes in their clothes.
Holes must come of themselves,
for I don't put any in my stockings,
yet there are some." Nellie's
Mamma has been called out of the
room. She left Nellie to take care
of herself.
Nellie did not cry, but she
wanted to help Mamma in some
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thought she could work at that.
Poor Nellie has only puzzled her-
self. She is not big enough to
help in this way, though she thinks
she is.
Look at her in the picture; she
has the needle in her left hand!
Mamma, when she sews, holds it
in the right hand. But if Nellie
tries as hard to help in everything
as she does to sew, Mamma will
have a little housekeeper before
long.
She hears Mamma's steps on the
stairs. How surprised she will
be to see this new seamstress! I
think she will pay her with a kiss.
Let us see Mamma opening the
door now. Hear what she says.






PULLED NELLIE.

"Why, Nellie, what are you doing?
Trying to sew? I think you had
better let Mamma have her work.
Let me look at what you have
done. Did you do this? Why,
I did not think my little girl could
do so well. I shall have to take
some of it out, for you have pulled
the stitches too tight, here and
there. Don't cry, for it is well
done for a little girl. Watch me,
and you will see I don't draw the
thread through so far. Next time
you try, remember this, and your
work will look better. Mother
thanks you for your help, Nellie.
You were a good girl while she
was away. Give me a kiss, and
run and play with Dolly."








GOING HOME FROM CHURCH.

These ladies have been to the
church. It is Sunday, and people
go to church to hear the beautiful
music, and to listen to what the
minister has to tell them. The
minister teaches them how to be
"good. He tells them they must
help poor people, and be kind and
good to everybody.
Do you see the lovely wood
these ladies and this gentleman are
going through? What big trees
they are! The birds love to be
in these trees. The sun shines so
bright and warm, it makes the little
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BLINDMAN'S BUFF.

Did you ever play Blindman's
Buff? Here is a party of children.
It is Lillian's birthday, and her
mother has given her a party.
They are having great fun. Her
father is playing "blindman." Ah,
he will soon catch Cousin Mary,
unless she dodges quickly.
Look at Harry! He is getting
under a chair. Frank is pushing
the chair in front of "blindman."
I hope he will not fall over it.
Do you see Mamma and Uncle
Joseph looking in at the door?
They are enjoying the fun, and
think of the times when they too
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MRS. FOX AT HOME.

In a dark cave near a large
wood dwelt Mrs. Fox and her five
little ones. She was very proud
of her wee foxes, and took great
care of them. But I am sorry to
say she would go into the farmers'
yards and steal the chickens. This
made the farmers angry, and they
said if they could but catch her,
they would cut off her head. But
Mrs. Fox did not want her head
cut off, so she took good care not
to go out in the day time when
she could be seen. When it was
dark, and she knew the people
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yard, and there would be the
chickens all huddled up, and fast
asleep. She would creep out, and
would nip one by the neck before
it could cry out, and run off with
it to her home. At last the farm-
ers thought they could stand it no
longer; the fox must be killed. So
they set a trap in the chicken yard,
and put a dead chicken in it. At
night, Mrs. Fox came along. She
spied the chicken, but did not see
the trap. In she went, the trap fell
down, and Mrs. Fox never got
home again.
In the morning the little foxes
were very hungry, and went out
to find their mother. But the
farmers caught them all.








BOSIE.

Bosie is Aunt.Mary's dog. He
is a Scotch terrier. Uncle Will is
often away, and Aunt keeps Bosie
for a watch dog. His bark tells
when any one opens the gate.
Sometimes he takes Aunt's thimble
and cotton, and hides them. He
will run off with her slipper, shak-
ing it as if it were a rat.
Aunt gives Bosie a cent every
day. He takes it in his mouth to
the baker's. The baker gives him
two cakes. Then Bosie drops the
penny and takes up the cakes, and
comes home to eat them. Every
afternoon he comes to Aunt Mary,
and sits up to beg for his cent.








THE QUARREL.

"What! Tom and Harry fight-
ing! I'm ashamed of you !" said
their teacher, as she met them on
her way to school.
He hit me, and I mean to make
him pay for it," said Tom.
Did you do it purposely,
Harry?" said Miss Brown.
"No, Miss," said Harry; "I was
playing with this ball, and threw it
across the lot, and it struck Tom."
Do you hear that, Tom ?" said
Miss Brown.
"Harry! forgive me," said Tom,
bursting into tears, and putting his
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ROY's STORY.

Papa gave me this pony on my
last birthday. I was six years old.
I never thought I should get a
pony, all my own. After break-
fast, Papa said, "Roy, you may
come out with me to the barn. I
want to tell James about some
things he has to do to-day. Be
quick, and get your hat, for I must
hurry." Of course, I was glad to
gO.
When we reached the stable we
went inside, and there, in the stall
next to Prince, was my pony. I
could hardly believe it was mine,
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name was Brownie. You know
his hair is dark brown, and he has
such a long tail and mane. He
let me go into his stall, close to his
head, and when I patted him he
rubbed his cold nose right in my
face. It felt so funny !
James told Brownie to shake
hands, and he held up his fore foot.
Then he said, Laugh, Brownie."
Brownie curled over his upper lip,
and showed his sharp white teeth
underneath. "Now you shall have
a piece of sugar if you'll speak for
it." Brownie pricked up his ears
at the word sugar, and then gave a
funny little neigh, and got the
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RoY's STORY.

was of my present. Papa told
James he might teach me how
to ride that day; and when I can
ride well, I am to go with Papa
when he rides. James and I
have had a ride every day since,
and Brownie likes it just as much
as I do. We go all over the coun-
try, and James says he thinks very
soon I can go alone.
Next week comes Papa's birth-
day, and I want to give him a pres-
ent. Mamma thought it would be
nice to have Brownie's picture
taken, and I to sit on his back and
hold my whip in one hand and the
reins in the other. What do you
say? Do you think Papa would
like a picture of Brownie ?








THE MOUSE TRAP.

Oh, what a silly, silly mouse,
To leave its own snug little house!
Did it not know the cruel trap
Was sure to kill him in its snap ?

Had Mousey done what he was bid,
And kept himself all safely hid;
I should not then have to relate
Poor Mousey's sad, unhappy fate.

But he was greedy, and his eye
The bit of cheese did then espy;
He made a dash, in went his head,
One little jerk, and he was dead!

Boys, let my story be to you,
A caution wise, for'tis too true,
If you forbidden things do take,
Too late you'll find out your mis-
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"Now, Minnie, sit still, while I
draw your picture. I'll make it
lovely," said Carl.
Minnie sat quietly while Carl
worked. He drew a round ring
for her head, anti two tiny rings
for her eyes, a straight line up and
down for her nose and one across
fdr her mouth. He made two
long lines below, and said it was
finished. Minnie said it was
"horrid," and that made Carl cry.
"Now, Mamma," he said, "isn't
this like Minnie ?"
Mamma said, "no," but by and
by she would teach him how to
draw. So Carl was happy again,








THE NOISY HEN.

Cluck, cluck," cried the black
hen as she strutted about. I've
laid an egg."
Don't tell about it, you silly
thing," said the drake, "or some one
will come and take it away."
"Cluck, cluck," went the hen,
"you don't know anything about
it. I'll do as I please, cluck, cluck."
What a noise that hen is mak-
ing, Tomn," said Aunt Mary. I'm
sure she's laid an egg. Do go and
see. I want one for Baby's dinner."
Here is one," cried Tom." It's
warm too."
If that hen hadn't been so noisy
SBaby would not have had an egg.

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LITTLE MARY.

Poor little Mary is sick. She
has taken cold. Mamma sent for
the doctor. He has just come.
There he is, leaning on the back of
the chair. He has given Mary
some medicine, and says she must
stay indoors for two or three days.
Mary does not like this; she would
rather be out in the fields and in
the garden.
Mamma feels sorry for her little
girl. She has taken her on her
lap, and is telling her some stories.
Mary likes to hear stories. She
forgets her pain while listening to
Mamma. Would you like to hear
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STORY MARY'S MOTHER TOLD.

A little girl wished very much
for a doll. When Aunt Kate
knew this, she bought a pretty
doll, with lovely blue eyes and
golden hair. She made some
pretty dresses for her, a blue hat
and a red cloak, and she gave all
these to her little niece Kitty.
Kitty was delighted, and took good
care of Dolly at first. Now Kitty
was apt to like a thing very much
when it was first given her, but
soon got tired of it. So she did
with Dolly. At first she dressed
and undressed her, took her out
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careful of her doll. But no, she
got tired of her too, began to pull
her about, she poked her eyes,
pulled her pretty curls out of shape,
and at last, in twisting her arms,
she broke one off!
Soon Kitty felt sorry, for she
knew Mamma would say she was
very naughty, and did not deserve
to have another doll. Perhaps
poor Dolly felt badly too, to have
her arm broken. Kitty must ask
Mamma to please to glue Dolly's
arm on again. I think perhaps
she can. Here is the picture of
Kitty when she first got her doll,
and when she had broken it.
Which of the two faces do you
like best?









THE ROSEBUSH.

"Good morning, Madam Rose,"
said a butterfly, as he rested on a
bough near her. How are you?
I saw your friend Robin, and he
said you had been unwell."
"Yes," said the Rose. "A
green worm came to live in my
branches; --couldn't make him go
away. He ate my lovely green
leaves. It made me ill to see them
go. I did not know what to do, till
Robin came along. I told him, and
he said that fine worm would make
him a breakfast. So he ate him,
and now I am well again."
I'm glad to hear it, Madam
Rose. I'll call again. Good-day."








GRANDMA'S VISITORS.

Good morning, Paul-good
morning, Agnes," said Grandma,
as she looked up from her reading
and saw the little folks. "VWhat
pretty flowers you have, Agnes!
But what are you laughing at,
dear?" she asked.
Why, Grandma," said Agnes,
"look behind you." Well," cried
the old lady, "if Beau hasn't got
my ball of yarn again You
rogue!" she cried, as she caught up
the wool, you are always in mis-
chief. Beau was asleep on my
lap only a minute ago, and he
must have seen that ball drop when
he jumped off so quickly."








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I think he wants a game of
play, Grandma," said Paul, "may
we take him out in the garden?"
Yes, my dear. If you tie a
piece of paper to a string and draw
it along, Puss may think it a mouse
and try to catch it."
Off went Paul and Agnes with
Beau. Soon Grandma heard their
merry laughter. It woke her out
of a short nap. She said to her-
self, Such dear good children as
they are!. They often come to see
Grandma. I hope some one will
be as kind to them when they are
old as they are to me. Here
comes Paul. I wonder what he
wants. What is it, Paul ?"
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GRANDMA'S VISITORS.

and I have found the brown hen's
nest. There are eleven eggs in it.
Shall we leave them, or bring them
in to you? Brownie is angry that
we know where she lays."
I think we will let the old hen
alone. Perhaps she has begun to
sit, and if so, the chickens will be
out' in good time," said Grandma.
"And Grandma," said Agnes,
who then came in, you promised
to give me some chickens."
"All right, Agnes, I have not
forgotten. You shall have some
of Brownie's if you like. But I
see it is four o'clock, and you said
Mother told you to come home
then. Run along or you'll be late.
Give me a kiss, and good-bye."









DICK.

Do I look as if I'd been having
a good time ? You cannot guess
where I have been all day, so I'll
tell you. My name is Richard, but
every one calls me Dick. I came
with Mamma to spend the summer
in the country, and I'm having lots
of fun! This morning, Mother
said, I might go after blackber-
ries with Mrs. Brown's son. We
live at Mrs. Brown's.
Mrs. Brown gave us each an
empty basket, besides our dinner
basket. We went across the pas-
ture lot first. The brook runs
there, and the water looked so
cool we waded in. Tom Brown


















































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goes barefoot and in his shirt
sleeves nearly all the time, so I
took my shoes and stockings off
too, and put them with my jacket,
in a hole in the big chestnut tree.
I hope no one will find them. I
don't know what Mamma would
say to see me now! But I've
had a good time. We tried to
catch the minnows, but they were
too quick. Then Tom said we
must go, or we should never get
any berries. In the woods, we
found a robin's nest with four blue
eggs in it. I wanted one, but Tom
wouldn't let me have it. Mrs.
Robin sat on a tree near by, and
watched us all the time.
Tom found the berry patch first.






DICK.

The berries were so large we soon
filled our baskets, and then we
had dinner. Mrs. Brown gave us
lots of things, but I liked the ap-
ple pie best. While we were eat-
ing, a red squirrel came to see us.
He looked at us so sharply, Tom
said he wanted to know what we
were doing in his wood. I left him
some of my dinner. Then Tom
filled our empty dinner basket with
berries, and I hunted for the squir-
rel's nest, but couldn't find it. At
last, Tom said it was time to go.
He has gone on to the house, while
I came here after my clothes. I
must put them on quick, and hurry
after him, or I shall be too late for
my supper.









THE KIND SISTER.

"Minnie, I want you to take
Baby out. Show him the chickens,
and try to amuse him while I do
some work," said Mamma.
Minnie took Baby first to the
chicken yard. She had some
bread in her hand. She threw it
to the chickens and ducks. It *as
great fun to see them eat. They
ran over one another, they wanted
it so much. They never stopped
to see where they were going.
Baby laughed and clapped his
hands. He was so happy that
it only seemed a few minutes till
dinner time. Mamma thanked
Minnie for taking care of Baby.






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