Sirs:
I was waiting . . . to hear the 3 a.m. news broadcast the other morning when I turned to page 42 . . . (TIME, Jan. 24) and there he was, peeping from beneath Mr. McGregor's fence just as he was the first time I ever saw him, 35 years ago. News from the battlefronts went by the board while I renewed an all-but-forgotten acquaintanceship. . . .
Those lines—"limped home a furry wreck but safe at last. And to sleep with him went every child who ever stole out of bounds to...
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