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The work of the unrecognized dramaturgist who concealed himself under the pseudonym of Roly-Poly. The first picture. "'It was a splendid day in June. The scorching rays of the sun illumined the blossoming meadows and environs ..." Roly-Poly's Don Quixotic phiz spread into a wrinkled, sweetish smile; and the eyes narrowed into half-circles.
"Oh, don't get in my way, Roly!" called Mab as the little dog danced about in front of her, while she was carrying a pan filled with cake dough toward the oven. "Look out! Oh, there it goes." Just what Mab had feared came to pass. She tripped over the poodle dog, and, to save herself from falling, she had to drop the pan of cake dough. Down it fell, right on Roly-Poly's back.
"... But now in the distance the first clouds have appeared upon the horizon. They grew, piled upon each other like crags, covering little by little the blue vault of the sky." By degrees the smile was coming off Roly-Poly's face, and it grew more and more serious and austere. "'At last the clouds have overcast the sun ... An ominous darkness has fallen ..."
Roly-Poly made his physiognomy altogether ferocious. "'The first drops of the rain fell ..." Roly-Poly began to drum his fingers on the back of a chair. "... In the distance flashed the first lightning ... " Roly-Poly's eye winked quickly, and the left corner of his mouth gave a twitch.
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