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“She’s all right,” he called to Jerry, who was building a lean-to for the night. “Oh, well, the plums will be all the riper.” “I hear that you wish to sell your fishing rod so as to get money for Tellef’s grandmother,” said Father at the dinner table. “Very well, John. I will buy it and you shall run over to Sandy Point with the money this afternoon.”.
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