I 'd like to try , '' said Poppy , nothing daunted . He gave her a piece ; and Poppy ate it , though it did n't taste good at all . She did it because Cy , her favorite playfellow , told her she 'd die if she did , and tried to frighten her . `` You dars n't eat any more , '' he said . `` Yes , I dare . See if I do n't . '' And Poppy took another piece , just to show how brave she was . Silly little Poppy ! `` I ai n't sick , and I sha n't die , so now . '' And Poppy pranced about as briskly as ever . But the man shook his head , Nelly watched her anxiously , and Cy kept saying : `` Ai n't you sick yet , say ? '' For a little while Poppy felt all right ; but presently she grew rather pale , and began to look rather pensive . She stopped running , and walked slower and slower , while her eyes got dizzy , and her hands and feet very cold . `` Ai n't you sick now , say ? '' repeated Cy ; and Poppy tried to answer , `` Oh , dear ! no ; '' but a dreadful feeling came over her , and she could only shake her head , and hold on to Nelly . `` Better lay down a spell , '' said the man , looking a little troubled . `` I do n't wish to dirty my clean frock , '' said Poppy faintly , as she glanced over the wide-ploughed field , and longed for a bit of grass to drop on . She kept on bravely for another turn ; but suddenly stopped , and , quite regardless of the clean pink gown , dropped down in a furrow , looking so white and queer that Nelly began to cry . Poppy lay a minute , then turned to Cy , and said very solemnly : `` Cy , run home , and tell my mother I 'm dying . ''
Away rushed Cy in a great fright , and burst upon XXXXX 's mamma , exclaiming breathlessly : `` O ma'am !
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