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<h2>DOCTOR FOSTER</h2>
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DOCTOR FOSTER went to Glo'ster<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In a shower of rain;</span><br/>
He stepped in a puddle up to his middle,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And never went there again.</span><br/></div>
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<p>Which was a mighty lucky thing, for, goodness
knows, perhaps the poor maid never would have
had her nose mended if Puss hadn't found the
good doctor at home.</p>
<p>Well, as soon as he learned what was the matter,
he jumped up behind Puss, and the Good
Gray Horse kicked out his heels and galloped
away, and the four and twenty blackbirds trailed
after them, and pretty soon, not so very long,
they came to the Blackbird-pie Castle. There sat
the poor maid in the garden, still holding her nose
in her hand.</p>
<p>"Let's see it," said the doctor, opening his
little black bag and taking out medicine and
bandages.</p>
<p>"I'm afraid it's half gone," sobbed the maid,
"I don't want to look at it."</p>
<div class="figright"> <ANTIMG src="images/gs14.png" width-obs="394" height-obs="500" alt="Dr. Foster binding up the Maid's nose" title="" /></div>
<p>"But I do," said the doctor. "Otherwise,
how can I mend it?" And I guess he was right,
for he was the most famous doctor in all Mother<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</SPAN></span>
Goose Land. Well, as soon as she took away
her hand he said:</p>
<p>"It's not as bad as it might be. It still looks
like a nose!"</p>
<p>"Does it?" she sobbed.</p>
<p>"Oh yes," said the doctor, turning to Puss and
the old retainer. "You'll hardly know the
blackbird touched it after I get through."</p>
<p>"Maybe he only pinched it," said Puss.</p>
<p>"Or only tweaked it," said the old retainer.</p>
<p>"Perhaps he thought it was a cherry," laughed
the doctor, putting on some powder.</p>
<p>And then the maid began to smile. "It feels
much better already," she said.</p>
<p>"Well it's always a good thing to call in the
doctor," said the learned man. "You never can
tell what may happen," and, picking up his little
black bag, he held out his hand. "Two shillings,
please!"</p>
<p>"Mercy me!" she cried. "I haven't had my
wages for this month."</p>
<p>"What did you do with last month's?" asked
the doctor, but before she could reply one of
the four and twenty blackbirds dropped a gold
piece in his hand. I guess he felt dreadfully
ashamed to think that one of his brothers had
pinched a pretty girl's nose.</p>
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