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“But it isn’t ten o’clock.” At this moment a wild whoop was heard, and through the open door Moses could be seen dashing out of the corral gate on his cow-pony. But at last they got under way and proceeded as quietly as possible down the back street to the home of Mrs. Lancaster, where Buzz, as the “Prize Baby of Vine County,” awaited them in his car, which was very handsome,—one would never have dreamed it was only a large wash-tub strapped to a coaster; flowers and cloth do make such wonderful changes if handled with art!.
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