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“Sure! Take care of the truck, will you?” He dropped his burdens to Jean’s willing hands, and darted forward. “I forgive you,” he condoned. “Oh, oh! It ran—across my—foot!” she gasped, and fell over..
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This conversation took place in Billy’s shop, a room adjoining the wood-house and given over to his use. Nothing short of the world in the second verse of Genesis was equal to the chaos of that place. Every conceivable scrap and job lot of “truck” was there in a jumbled heap; and Billy was never happier than when mussing it over in search of “material”; in greasy overalls and crownless hat, whistling merrily, bringing forth to substance and form the inventions of his busy brain. “Don’t Betty look jist too sweet,” she murmured when she had finally located the child, “Her hair looks as ef she had got tangled up in the milky way an’ there was nothin’ on it but star-dust.” “Oh, Mr. Sheriff, you won’t send me off now, will you, when the business is just beginning?” “What’s the Golden Text, Norer?”.
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