“What’s the trouble, dear? What were you afraid of?” she enquired, as she raised him to his feet.,
Jean, too, crossed the little bridge, climbed the fence, mounted her wheel, and rolled off down the dusty road.,
“But the girls and small fry can’t come in on that. Besides, that little city kid’ll be lonesome if I leave her.”.
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