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“I don’t care where you’re going,” said Bob laughing. “We’ll go exploring, like we did at the Labyrinth.” Aunt Grenertsen had lived in the little house on King Street for an age, ever since he could remember; and everything she had was very old-fashioned. There was a cuckoo clock, and a blue glass jar with dried rose-leaves in; and on the window sill an old gray cat blinked and purred among the plants. “That’s only an excuse, John. You remembered it all the time. Look me right in the eye and say whether you didn’t remember it.”.
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“Yes,” was the quick answer, although the speaker had hoped that the boy would suggest spending a week or two with him before he left for the West. But Bob’s next words cheered him a lot. “The poor beggar has sure been punished,” said the soldier. The gang had been working feverishly and without much order until Steve Whitney came on the scene. Bob was amazed at the change that seemed to take place as soon as his Chief had uttered a few incisive directions. The rescue work went on smoothly and efficiently. There was no panic, no blundering. “We’re in for it again,” yelled Jerry to Bob, who was rowing. “Back water—hard!”.
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