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Tonight, I will be reading a short story by Frank R. Stockton, the magic egg.

So lie down, close your eyes, and let me read you a story.

The pretty little theatre attached to the building of the Unicorn Club

had been hired for a certain January afternoon by Mr. Herbert Loring, who wished to give

therein a somewhat novel performance, to which he had invited a small audience consisting

entirely of friends and acquaintances. Loring was a handsome fellow, about 30 years old, who had travelled far and studied much.

He had recently made a long sojourn in the Far East,

and his friends had been invited to the theatre

to see some of the wonderful things he had brought from that country of wonders.

As Loring was a club man and belonged to a family of good social standing,

his circle of acquaintances was large, and in this circle a good many unpleasant remarks

have been made regarding the proposed entertainment, made of course by the people who had not

been invited to be present.

Some of the gossip on the subject had reached loring, who did not hesitate to say that he

cannot talk to a crowd, and that he did not care to show the curious things he had collected

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