Dear Old Apple-Tree, Under Whose Gnarled Branches These Stories Were
Written, To You I Dedicate The Book. My Head Was So Close To You, Who
Can Tell From Whence The Thoughts Came? I Only Know That When All The
Other Trees In The Orchard Were Barren, There Were Always Stories To Be
Found Under Your Branches, And So It Is Our Joint Book, Dear Apple-Tree.
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