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33212	Wylie, I. A. R. (Ida Alexa Ross)	The Underpup			.txt	text/plain	7312	757	96	In Pip-Emma's opinion it looked like a And Pip-Emma said, "I'm fine." VanSittart had a blinking, winded look, and all the Penguins said, Pip-Emma knew without looking at them. But in fact Pip-Emma wasn't even looking at them. Pip-Emma looked at Janet dubiously. "I wish my Pop and Ma were coming up," Pip-Emma said suddenly. "Gee--you poor kid!" Pip-Emma said, and relapsed into deep thought "You don't spell Saturday with an 'a' in the middle," Pip-Emma said. Camp singsong, Clara felt Emma's arm slip through hers, the VanSittart Pip-Emma was really Clara's own idea. "I bet I can eat more than you can," Pip-Emma said. Pip-Emma said simply and bravely, "I guess I'm always hungry." "O.K.," Pip-Emma said. "We gotter do something," Pip-Emma said. You bet," Pip-Emma said. "We're Happy Warriors," Pip-Emma said, "and we're all lost." Pip-Emma and one of the Pelicans lighted the Penguin campfire so that	./cache/33212.txt	./txt/33212.txt