"
"Oh!"
"Careful with the hatchet, and not cut himself with it, or drop it in
the cistern, or leave it out of doors all night. So George went
around cutting everything he could reach with his hatchet. At last he
came to a splendid apple tree, his father's favourite apple tree, and
cut it down--"
"Who cut it down?"
"George did."
"Oh!"
"But his father came home and saw it the first thing, and--"
"Saw the hatchet?"
"No, saw the apple tree. And he said, 'Who has cut down my favourite
apple tree?'"
"What apple tree?"
"George's father's. And everybody said they didn't know anything
about it, and--"
"Anything about what?"
"The apple tree."
"Oh!"
"And George came up and heard them talking about it--"
"Heard who talking about it?"
"Heard his father and the men."
"What were they talking about?"
"About the apple tree."
"What apple tree?"
"The favourite tree that George had cut down."
"George who?"
"George Washington."
"Oh!"
"So George came up and heard them talking about it, and he--"
"What did he cut it down for?"
"Just to try his little hatchet."
"Whose little hatchet?"
"Why, his own, the one his father gave him--"
"Gave who?"
"Why, George Washington.
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