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Title: The story of a plush bear
Year: 1921 (1920s)
Authors: Hope, Laura Lee
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Publisher: New York : Grosset & Dunlap, Publishers
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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ended him. As it was, the Plush Bear fell downinto the tree, and there he stuck on abranch not far from the ground. ThePlush Bear sat astraddle the limb. Oh, I am not safe yet! he thought.Maybe Ill fall after all! I must keep 82 STORY OF A PLUSH BEAR very still and quiet until I see what willhappen next. By this time the train had stopped andArthur and his father were alighting atthe small station. This isnt where you get off, said theconductor to Mr. Rowe. This isnt theseashore. I know it, said Mr. Rowe. But mylittle boy dropped his Plush Bear out ofthe window, and were going back to seeif we can get it. Have we time*? Yes, answered the conductor. Thetrain has to wait here five minutes to havesome trunks taken off. But dont be toolong. I hope you may find the little boystoy. Arthur hoped so himself, as he hurrieddown to the street level. Where do you think my Bear is,Daddy?he asked. It must be somewhere near thebridge, was the answer. I heard youcall out as the train rumbled over it.
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Down, Down, Fell the Plush Bear. Page 78 - PUBLIC J ON THE BOARDWALK 83 Along the street which ran near therailroad walked Arthur and his father.As they walked they looked carefully onthe ground for sight of the Plush Bear,but he was not to be found. Im sure you must have dropped himabout here, said Mr. Howe, as he and thefat boy stood beneath the railroad bridge.But he isnt in sight. Perhaps some onepicked him up. Oh, is my nice Plush Bear gone?sighed Arthur. He looked all around, but Mr. Bruin,as the Bear was sometimes called, was notin sight. Then a ragged little boy, whohad been flying a kite, came running alongthe street. Whats the matter? asked the raggedlad. Did you lose your ball? No; its my Plush Bear, answeredArthur. I dropped him out of the carwindow, but I dont see him now. The ragged boy looked up into the treeunder which he and the fat boy and Mr. 84 STORY OF A PLUSH BEAR Rowe were standing. There, right overtheir heads, stretched out on a limb towhich he seemed to be cl

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