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Billy turned quickly. "No more of that," he said. "This is my funeral—and the teacher's. Everybody else keep out of it." They crossed the sunflecked grass, hand in hand. As they reached the pine grove the girl pointed away above the trees. "Look," she whispered. So here lay the reason that the swamp-waters never froze even when winter locked all other waters fast in its icy clutch! What caused those air bubbles, if air bubbles they were?.
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