I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me. And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head: And I see him jump before me, When I jump into my bed.
The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow: For he sometimes shoots up taller like an India-rubber ball. And he sometimes gets so little that There's none of him at all.
One morning, very early, before the sun I was up. I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup: But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepyhead. Had stayed at home behind me and was Fast asleep in bed.
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