BY FRANCOIS COPPEE (ADAPTED) Once upon a time,--so long ago that the world has forgotten the date,--in a city of the North of Europe,--the name of which is so hard to pronounce that no one remembers it,--there was a little boy, just seven... Read more of The Wooden Shoes Of Little Wolff at Children Stories.caInformational Site Network Informational
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The ardent lover heard the clock strike the hours--first nine, then ten,
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"Don't be silly!" the girl chided. "That's pa setting the clock."





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