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31. Discarded Toys


My baby came in the other day hugging to his breast a
toy tin goat. It was evidently one of the discarded playthings of a

neighbor's child. On inquiry I found that the toy had been given to my

boy, and he has taken so much pleasure in this castoff plaything that I

have been saving his old toys and passing them on to other children of the

neighborhood. I have discovered that in their baby hearts these are as

good as new, because they have never played with them. It is nothing to

them that they are not just out of the store.



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