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15714	Gates, Eleanor	The Poor Little Rich Girl			.txt	text/plain	57378	6415	95	Gwendolyn fixed inquiring gray eyes upon that sleeve of Jane's dress Gwendolyn halted in front of Jane, and lifted a puzzled face. Look!" cried Jane, excitedly, pulling Gwendolyn's hand away "Oh, Jane," cried Gwendolyn, "when I blow like that, _where_ do all the "You said nobody steals other little girls," went on Jane. "Oh, darlin', what a grand thing!" cried Jane, lifting Gwendolyn to Gwendolyn let go of Jane's hand and went toward her mother. ladies, and "Ah, little Miss Gwendolyn!" said the men. Gwendolyn went up to Jane, who was waiting, rooted and rigid, close by. "Say, Miss Gwendolyn," he began, "_you_ like old Thomas, don't you?" "_How_ did he make faces, Jane?" asked Gwendolyn. "_Gwendolyn?_" Jane held her with doubting eyes. "Miss Royle said you had two faces," admitted Gwendolyn. Gwendolyn, watching, saw two shining spots in Jane's back face grow As Gwendolyn looked at him she told herself that the Man-Who-Makes-Faces	./cache/15714.txt	./txt/15714.txt