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"Oh Willium," she cried, "my heart is breakin'. Oh to think how I misjedged him!" "Jest a minute, young man." Caleb's voice was stern. "I see you've cut your own and your best gal's initials onto my new bench. Did you have much trouble doin' it, might I ask?" Scroggie nodded. "Drowned through an air-hole in the lake. Say, Billy, do you skate?" "Where has he gone?" whispered Lou..