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It was the cunningest goat you ever saw, lively but good, and so pretty—light gray, with a little beard. Mother had bought it early in the spring. On Sundays it had a blue ribbon around its neck, and other days a red worsted collar with a white button. It was a great pet. “You sure?” demanded Ted. “I wonder how in thunder they drifted into this here party. I figgered it was all ours.” .
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