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Little Johnny, exhibiting his skill in riding a new bicycle, came down the street in front of his house. “Look, mom,” he cried, folding his arms, “no hands!” Again he
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Little Johnny, exhibiting his skill in riding a new bicycle, came down the street in front of his house. “Look, mom,” he cried, folding his arms, “no hands!” Again he came into view, this time coasting with his feet off the pedals. “Look, mom,” he shouted, “no feet!’ Half an hour passed, and Johnny again putting his appearance. This time, somewhat subdued (softened) he gurgled, “Look, mom no front tooth.”