The silence was broken by Andrée. The child had vanished for a moment,
but speedily reappeared, fondling her precious doll, which, it is
needless to say, had not been sold. Holding it out to the captain, she
said in her liveliest manner: "Here is Jeanne, uncle! You remember her?
Give her a kiss directly! Don't you think that she has grown?"

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_The Queer Side of Things--Among the Freaks._

MAJOR MICROBE.

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"I've been in the show business now going on for forty-three years,"
said the Doorkeeper, "and I haven't yet found a Dwarf with human
feelings. I can't understand why it is, but there ain't the least manner
of doubt that a Dwarf is the meanest object in creation. Take General
Bacillus, the Dwarf I have with me now. He is well made, for a Dwarf,
and when he does his poses plastic, such as 'Ajax Defying the
Lightning,' or 'Samson Carrying off Delilah by the Hair,' and all the
rest of those Scripture tablows, he is as pretty as a picture, provided,
of course, you don't get too near him. He is healthy, and has a good
appetite, and he draws a good salary, and has no one except himself to
look after. And yet that Dwarf ain't happy! On the contrary, he is the
most discontented, cantankerous, malicious little wretch that was ever