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“It was worth the trouble anyway,” answered Bob as Jerry settled into a chair. He realized that Jerry’s remark was in reference to his trip down the Canyon. “I’m mighty glad I went. I wouldn’t have missed it for anything.” “My god-daughter, Dagny—she is getting big now?” “Good day,” said Johnny Blossom, bowing low. “Please take this”—and he put the envelope into her hand..
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