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"Your Dad's goin' to cut down the Scroggie woods, I hear?" Billy climbed down from the fence and his supporters gathered about him, eager to secure the details of his plan but he shook his head. "You kin jest leave it all to me, an' one er two others I'm goin' to pick to help me," he said. "It's soon enough fer you to know how we do it when it's done. Now, everybody go home." He drew her a little further among the pines and they peered out to see Croaker alight on the broken-backed ridge pole of the log hut..
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"Loramighty!" Caleb sank weakly on a pile of horse-blankets, and gasped. "But, Billy, she's only twelve now, and you—you can't be much more'n fourteen at most." "Gee whitticker!" exclaimed Billy. "I wish now I hadn't promised you I'd come in. All right, lead on. Let's get the funeral over with." Billy shifted uneasily in his seat. He was sorry now that he had not paid closer attention to the reading of the lesson. "Well said, Miss, well said!" cried Miss Proudfoot, who was a very good hand at whist and very quarrelsome over the game..
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