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“It will be your turn next,” said Bob as they turned off the light. “You’re not far off,” said Jerry, laughing. “But even if we’ve got to swim we won’t have to carry all our junk. Have you thought what a bully raft our air mattress will make?” “Oh, New York has very little on us up here,” she said. “What with a cold storage plant and an ice factory, we don’t want for anything.”.
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“Come, come! We can’t be cremated while we wait. Mush!”I tried logging in using my phone number and I
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“Something my mother sent yours. You mustn’t touch it,” he warned, as Billy made a reach for it. “I was to land this safe in Mrs. Bennett’s hands; and here goes!” He sprang from Billy’s outreached arms, ran into the house and out again, before Billy had time to resume his mowing.
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“Going up river again to-day, Jerry?” asked Bob. “This is delightful weather,” said Johnny Blossom, although just then another wild gust of wind made Jeremias’s little house shake violently. Light-hearted now, Johnny Blossom ran through the garden, fastening the gate carefully, while at the window an old face peered out from among the plants, through tear-misted spectacles. Then Aunt Grenertsen took the stamp and pasted it on the window pane nearest where she sat. High mid Alverna's awful steeps,.
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