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Though these and similar remarks seemed rather personal no resentment was felt by anybody. “I sorter hoped Moses’d take arter Uncle Josh, too,” she said, regretfully. “Sure! Take care of the truck, will you?” He dropped his burdens to Jean’s willing hands, and darted forward. “Why, Billy? I don’t believe in whipping unless all else fails.”.