"Likely. Now I move we go right over into that ha'nted grove. What you say?",
"Aw, say, Bill," protested Maurice, "I'm tired an' wet as a water-logged plank. Let her go. I'll tell Dad, an' he kin come after her tomorrow.",
And placing his battered hat jauntily on his scanty locks, Harry picked up his jug and was lost amid the shadows..
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