"Joe," he commanded, "go back home," and the collie lay down on the path, head between his forepaws.,
"I can see a good bit, your honour.",
Mrs. Wilson turned to the door, wiped her red face on her apron, and finished emptying a pan of hot cookies into the stone crock, before answering, sternly:.
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