To An Apple-Woman'S Stall Once Some Children Nimbly Ran; Longing Much To Purchase All, They With Joyous Haste Began Snatching Up The Piles There Raised, While With Eager Eyes They Gazed On The Rosy Fruit So Nice; But When They Found Out The Price, Down They Threw The Whole They'd Got, Just As If They Were Red Hot. * * * * * The Man Who Gratis Will His Goods Supply Will Never Find A Lack Of Folks To Buy!
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