So she got up on a beam ; and Nelly , with a peck measure on her head for a hat , and a stick for a gun , went bear-hunting , and banged away at the swallows , the barrels , and the hencoops , till the bear was ready to eat her . Presently , with a loud roar , the bear leaped ; but Nelly was n't eaten that time , for Poppy cried out with pain : `` Oh ! I jumped on a pitchfork , and it 's in my foot ! Take it out ! take it out ! '' Poor little foot ! There was a deep purple hole in the sole , and the blood came , and Poppy fainted away , and Nelly screamed , and mamma ran , and the neighbors rushed in , and there was such a flurry . Poppy was soon herself again , and lay on the sofa , with Nelly and Cy to amuse her . `` What did the doctor say to mamma in the other room about me ? '' whispered Poppy , feeling very important at having such a bustle made on her account . Nelly sniffed , but said nothing ; Cy , however , spoke up briskly : `` He says you might have lockjaw . '' `` Is that bad ? '' asked Poppy gravely . `` Oh , ai n't it , though ! Your mouth shuts up , and you ca n't open it ; and you have fits and die . '' `` Always ? '' said Poppy , looking scared , and feeling of her mouth . '' ` Most always , I guess . That 's why your ma cried , and Nelly keeps kissin ' you . '' Cy felt sorry , but rather enjoyed the excitement , and was sure , that , if any one ever could escape dying , it would be Poppy , for she always `` came alive '' again after her worst mishaps .
She looked very solemn for a few minutes , and kept opening and shutting her XXXXX to see if it was n't stiff .
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